Like sharp rocks scraping, I was anxious.
The indigestible screech occupied my gut.
But my angst was not in me like an invading disease.
It was me.

But now that's all past.
An inexplicable peace has come to possess me entirely.
The scraping, screeching me is gone.
And in its place a powerful peace pervades.

I learn to shape my being around this peace.
My groping, fumbling baby hands of spirit
don't know how to move in response to peace,
but they do know
when they have finally touched the right place.
And with practice I learn to compose
the posture of receptiveness.
I find how to open my vulnerable arms and receive.
Peace.
 
 
 
 

150      OUR EXISTENTIAL PREDICAMENT: LONELINESS, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, & DEATH