Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Spiritual Flu

Just when the ride becomes easy,
just when I become complacent
God has me on my mental knees
begging Jesus and the saints
for mercy and prayers.

As my world spins and twists
out of control,
I  grasp in blind panic
for something solid--
something to stop the world
from whirling
and me
from vomiting up
my center of gravity.

2 comments:

TACParent said...

This was so vivid -- I did NOT want to be there. I could feel your torment as you prayed to be well.

Dymphna said...

Thanks.

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson