I wonder what it is that has me spooked
My head a nest of birds
With a cat on the branch
DNA in his eyes
The review has been reopened
The theories stacked like cordwood
In the cold winter rain
Can one be content with fear?
Will His will approach my needs or wishes?
Could I actually act to achieve anything
on my own behalf?
Am I to stand alone before, after and during?
Content shame distances me
From family and friends
I do pretty well accepting