2am

when the voice of the world becomes silent. I find my mind racing thoughts. each becoming louder than the other. paired with fear of the future. The unseen, present, and the past. Secluded in the physical and over burdened in the mental. Tranquility bears fruits of fear , doubt. Senseless disturbance brings comfort. murmurs,temptations, from the familiar voice you usually shut out haunt you. Eagerly urging you . offenses sting harder innocent conversations, true intentions unveil. a heavy heart whispers a prayer. LORD, free me from the shackles of this life a still authoritative yet soothing voice whispers. he leads me beside the still waters ,he restoreth my soul. Seeds of doubt are uprooted Lost time gets reclaimed and recounted. A beacon of hope . The heart settles , and the minds commotion has subsided. A warm embrace of love is the medicine to agonizing turmoil.