WAIT

Doubts creep in, wherever a crack appears, it crawls in, the finest line cannot be sealed.

Fear seeps in, like a cold blood staining the soul, soaking through with reckless uncertainty, there in waiting.

Despair crawls in, like the ugly crawling insect of black consciousness, it runs through without permission.

Trouble slips in, right where you are standing, knocking you off your place, stealing the moment, tripping you up.

Your enemies conspire against you, in the slightest weakness, pouncing at any possible chance.
They rise up inside and threaten to engulf, you let them, they swell inside and push out in darkness to cover your very spirit, they push and pull against you waiting for you to topple, to fall, to split into pieces.

Nothing takes, but shallow discontent, dissolves into emptiness, then Truth flows upward and out in golden sweetness, and light glows into the corners to show its power, while Love asserts itself, and you are saved again, and again, and again.