Of Faith and Fear

A Hand at the End of the World

In grip of feverish fear, through fuzzy lights

Seen through a black and painted sea,

She waits – For the world, and it’s end.

Her timid hands clasp tight under rocking waves - 

as she breathes icicles of cold sea

Still, she waits – For the world, and it’s end.

The distant roar of faint mountain sounds,

Peals of thunder and cracks of lightning abound

As she waits – Far from home

For the world and it’s end.

Alone – She fights her faith and fear

As a ghostly wind howls in blackest night.

She drifts with the gentle caress of waves,

Watched raptly by lurking creatures of deep.

She drifts Into the eye of the storm

With bated breath and eyes shut tight as

She waits – For her world, and its end.

Twinkling stars gaze in dark sorrow at her shadow

She waits – her heart in her hand.

With weary bones – she waits

For the peace of slumber,

and a hand to hold –

At the end of the world.

Faith is fear turned inward