Honesty Pants

Six months from now (September 4, 2013) // a stream of consciousness, unedited poem

Come, February.
There are a million different ways six months from now could exist.

I could be far away or near
Depending where I would rather be.

But the ground I stand upon
Now, feels just like
the kind of quicksand worry builds its home upon

There is no space for fear
in a future
that daily commits itself to the kind of faith
given by the Father

Oh, but to rest my soul upon
His promises

And to lie under the bright stars tonight; each glimmer of fiery gas
A gentle reminder to my fickle, anxious heart
that He not only knows
but is already there -

six months from now is a place
where my God is
which leaves no room for fear or anxiety.