Black Hole, A Prayer for Those Going Through Dark Places
By: Shirley Vickers
I'm right back in that limbo world again.
Can't feel you close to me.
Can't feel anything.
It seemed as if things were fine -
Walking in the light.
Then suddenly panic: it's all dark:
Worries - no more than there were before -
And yet they are now so heavy.
Sucking me down -
And I'm listening to the enemy
Who is condemning me to death
With his sly lies.
Doctors tell us that feeling 'low'
Is just like any other illness -
brought on by stress, hormones, exhaustion,
Then why do I feel so guilty about it?
So powerless to drag myself out?
Where is my knowledge of you being there -
Right beside me -
Part of me?
While my feelings scream
That because I'm like this
I have failed you,
Therefore I am less than nothing -
Please give me the disciplined mind,
To refuse to entertain these trespassing thoughts -
Which have no right to be there
Because I am your child -
To wait quietly in faith,
Until my receiving equipment is repaired
and switched on again
And I can feel you
Filling me with your big heart,
And re-mobilizing me,
Where you have been all the time.