The clock ticks,
each moment a reminder
of the uncertainty of now.
The wind rattles,
each bang an interruption
of an idea never born.
The rain pounds,
each drop a harbinger
of the coming storm.
A child cries.
A dog barks.
A siren blares.
Silence seems but a symphony of noises,
and I am gasping for air.
Oh, return to your rest, my soul,
for the LORD has been good to you.
kellye fabian 