Midnight Halls


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All night long, I walk the vast halls of worry, that deep circular labyrinth within my mind.

This is my vain, desperate attempt to find a way to prevent more pain.

The thoughts kept at bay during the busyness of daylight, band together against me at midnight.

Each breach of faith brings a surge of hot pain from the belly into my throat to startle me wide awake!

Helplessly, I pray and ask God yet again, to take this years-old heartache away…

But somehow and for some reason I can’t comprehend, He’s left that choice in the hands of another.

I search for hope even though those I love most and want to protect seem doomed to disaster.

Trusting God is the only way to escape anxiety’s trap of despair but I can’t pull trust out of thin air!

Father, what I need most I just don’t have! It just isn’t…

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3 thoughts on “Midnight Halls

  1. What I wrote on Pam’s post: “Your poem described someone in our congregation who have shared how it’s the weekends and at nights that is hard because there’s no busy tasks of the day that somehow allow one to block away certain tendency to worry and doubt God’s goodness.”

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