Out of control are the thoughts,
which cannot be controlled.

I search for peace in a chaotic world,
and cry myself asleep at night,
in the darkness of the earth.

I long to rest on the wings of a robin,
and lean against her orange chest,
listening to her heartbeat,
that so easily rocks me to sleep.

Snow falls unexpectedly,
and I enjoy the silence of the world.
Only the echo of God’s voice,
reflected in the roots of nature,
released by the greens leaves of spring,
find their way to my mind,
and loosen the endorphins,
that have hidden for so long.

Once again, I sleep underneath,
the safe wings of a robin,
and listen to the music of her heartbeat,
echoing through this messy world.

In the silence of the moment,
when the walls close in on me,
and I hear my own heart scream,
I listen to the heartbeat of the Holy Spirit,
and the fire of His love,
finally sets me free.