Gliding through atmosphere,
my eyes can’t seem to focus on the changing shades of grey around me.
Twisting, turning, shrinking, growing, continually morphing right in front of me.
Confusion and fear threaten to overtake my ever-quickening heart.
Your gentle whisper summons my soul to be still and know.
Your breath permeates my pores, every fiber of me vibrates with the hum of Your Spirit.
Calm descends as peace soothes my troubled being and I set my gaze straight up.
Through the tumult. Through the lightning, thunder, hail, which threatens to crush…
Relaxed, peaceful, fulfilled, redeemed…I submit.