All will be well

All will be well

 

I came to in the early hours of the night

the darkness of my room was full of shadows and silhouettes

Silence permeated each long hour

as I lay there with a mind fraught with a myriad of thoughts

Then came that rain, the acid drops of anxiety

and with it a sense of panic

Money worries, contentious relations

and other trivia out of all proportion

My mind wandered into the kitchen

to see what was left in the pantry

What remained in the fridge and its sister the deep freeze

Was there sufficient for a few days more?

then I thought of the bills and the best way to pay them

The rain drizzled into my soul

as I imagined some illness that might afflict me

What was life all about?

Would I always have to count the pennies?

Despair sent more rain to saturate my nocturnal wanderings

In the dark there was no glimmer of light

only a blanket of sheer foreboding darkness

I was alone and consumed by dread

as the night wore on endlessly

Without any warning I felt the calm presence of another

A lightness covered my fears

and dampened the anxiety of the night

All would be well

It had always been well throughout my life

if I retraced my footsteps

I had never been alone but helped,

often unexpectedly, along the way

So it would continue

Dawn broke sending a ray of light into the room

and in that I became my true self once again

O that still small voice of calm

had visited me again to say

All will be well

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John Botterill

Sat 10th Dec 2022 11:54

I enjoyed your journey, Keith and how you took us with you. We can't control control everything. Sometimes we have to have faith 😀👍

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 10th Dec 2022 10:53

This reminds me of Julian of Norwich's

And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well

Thank you.

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Hélène

Fri 9th Dec 2022 18:27

Beautiful poem & comments! Thanks all.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 9th Dec 2022 17:07

An encouraging, optimistic poem. It is good to know that there is something there which helps you fight back against, and overcome, anxiety.
Thanks for this.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 9th Dec 2022 15:54

Reflective and ultimately reassuring. The night can bring its own
terrors with its darkness a subtle reminder of the "shade" that
ultimately awaits all of us. But life itself will always keep us
looking ahead - even beyond the grave - by providing its own
challenges and rewards along the way. We can do no better
than resort to those three great words from a certain religious
text to support us on our individual paths: Faith, hope and charity.

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