The Stronghold of My Life

It is windy after two days of rain. An anxiety attack occurred yesterday afternoon caused by a lie entering my thought. Wrote this poem. – Anonymous 2008

I stand here, shocked.
I am now bare-handed.
You took away the magic wand of control,
The power I used to have all my life.
The good fairy was gone.
Left alone the poor Cinderella…

As if I am laying on frozen ground.
Missing a cushion and a tent.
“Where is my protection?”
I asked.
Looking around me with fear,
Short of breath I was scared,
The vulnerability filled the air I couldn’t bear.

You said, “Do not fret, my child!
It is time to remove your broken stronghold,
You built this shabby nest like an injured bird,
You tried to find comfort in it but missed my blessed world.”

I hear the cry from the ancient poet,
“The Lord is my light and my Salvation
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life,
Of whom will I be afraid?”

My eyes are opened,
My heart now kneels before you!
Teach me Father,
How to trust!
I never learned the faith so great!
In the days to come,
Increase inch by inch my trust!

The magic wand is in your hand now,
Going through hard times as a destined princess,
I know my story has a happy ending some how,
Moment by moment I let go my decision,
Yielding to your lordship
To your throne I humbly bow!