The throb huddled

in the back corner.

Eyes spliced open,

no alarm,

except dull pain.

 

Thoughts, analyzation.

“Not enough water?”

“Caffeine deprivation?”

“Dead pillow, flat?”

Imagine that.

 

Did I try to hoard worries

instead of thinking

them through?

Did I stuff them,

choking off synapses?

 

By thoughts alone

can the ache dissipate?

By thinking only,

do the knots loosen?

“Have you prayed?”

 

I’ve thought about it.

“Why don’t you simply

think your thoughts

toward Me? I know

every one of them.”

 

Then I cast my thoughts

toward God.

The bundle in back

of my head softened,

dispersed.

 

 

“Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” Philippians 4:6,7 The Message