“All shall be well”

The bitterness at the door

Its stench of despair like black smoke inching under, seeping in

“All shall be well”

The sword beckons at my side but my vision is clouded, my memory faded.

I vainly shove the chair, the desk, the shelves in front, to block the approaching doom.

The whisper evaporating, choked out by this dark disillusionment.

I am giving up, I’m giving in, this fog too thick, it overwhelms like vicious storms,


day turns to night.

“To you the night is as day.”


It breaks in, a glimmer, a speck, the size of a mustard seed.

“All shall be well…the Faithful One…the Faithful One”.

inspired by Andrew Peterson, “All Shall Be Well”