The Sky is Unending

Cover me with the mantle of your love, God.

The world is frightening and dark and sometimes I am afraid of all the things skulking through the land.

They are evil and sharp creatures, with an ugly gray fog shadowing them;

I am tight with anxiety.

God, keep me in the hollow of your hand;

I know you'll never drop me.

The sky is unending above and around and below.

The stars are bright and full from this view.

Here I am safer than in the open view of the world where there are demons disguised as angels.

The world will always offer me safety camouflaged as religion and rules but they are cages, and a golden cage is still a cage.

The security of the land is finite and molds with time but you, God, you are infinite.

Hold me in the hollow of your hand where I will never be dropped into the maw of evil;

Teach me to fly under the mantle of your love, where the sky is unending and the stars are bright and full.

Linda Peachey, 2022