anxiety – Linnea's Lines

The Cleansing

I stand in the wind while it whips along, plastering my body with fine dust, the powdered aftermath of life and death and thirsty earth.Deadwood and seedpodshit the roof, my legs. Birds of prey swoop overheadlooking for the innocent,uncovered, to devour.O Wind of God,protect your own.Hover over, cover us.Breath of Life, strengthen us.Heart of Sun,Continue reading “The Cleansing”

Confession in the Storm

When turmoil seems to rule like waves surging high to crash, foaming— and you, Lord, seem to be asleep— fear also rises and takes control of our thoughts.We hear the rage of the storm.We feel the cold wind pierceand chill our hearts,icicle spears that do not melt.We run to you,crying out for you to actContinue reading “Confession in the Storm”

When Peace is Elusive

We yearn for peace but turn away from the one certain source that will not die, a fifth dimension of hope that is founded on truth.It is transparent reality, not wishful thinking, but cannot be seen by cataract-laced eyes;it is only even partly known by those committed to the Great Beyond while in the HereContinue reading “When Peace is Elusive”