But, From the Top-Down…

Looking in-

Your life’s much more,

And your troubles, more thin.

That stress you see

Is but a novelty

In the scope of what’s truth

Transcending the galaxy.

Larger than the divide of the poles,

You fix upon your mind the lies you’ve been sold.

So escape from the enclave of the paranoidal mold:

Seems

Almost

Impossible.

Then God sews the scraps of your perception

Together with prayerful and purposeful application,

And shrivels the nervous, nail biting obstruction-

From mountain to molehill

In under a second.

God does that.

From our visceral vantage

The objects appear closer;

The danger appears larger.

But for God,

From Whom all things are made and to all glory be praised,

Your heart is heard

And was known before this fret met your face.

It’s small.

It’s trivial.

Compared to eternity,

It’s a breath of life we spend

Under this side of the wind.

Troubles are trivial;

Pray and release the anxiety

Because your burdensome battle

Might be spiritual.