Chaos

Chaos

The silent place within me

is in tumult. The water churns

and roars. I cannot stay afloat.

As in the cavern of a great ear

that hears too much, a jumble of sounds

bounce and echo. I can distinguish nothing.

Which is the voice I should follow?

I can not make it out.

Where is the pool where I used to float,

supported by love,

bathed in light,

drinking in God through every pore?

Somewhere in the depths beyond the chaos,

I know you still hold me. You surround me

with your presence—

you are here with me always.

If only I could dive

that far down.

O let me dip even a toe

into that clear, refreshing pool,

touch the hem of your robe,

feel the life-giving spark of my creator.

Only say the word

and I shall be healed.

By Sarah Fairchild 2005

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Notes:

→ I am not sure, but I think she might have had Pneumonia when she wrote this, while we moved from B street to A street in August 2004 - May of 2005.