Stress

What is it like to be aware
Of every problem going spare
Humanly, you're under stress
Spiritually, you are a mess
Missing out the vital cog
Left to wander in the fog
Wondering why life has turned
What you are is what you've earned.

Help is just a word away
Sorry Lord, is what to say
Please forgive my aimless walk
Can we find the time to talk
Fan the embers of your fire
He will lift you from the mire
Living waters, cleansing dew
Back to basics, Him and you.

This poem was a finalist in the June 2007 poetry contest