THE UNSEEN GUEST

In a room filled with predatory
disdain
Wishing the ground will open and
deport me from whence I came
Afraid of the snide remarks I tilt
my chin slightly up
Trying real hard to calm the shaking
lest I drop my cup
My head held high - my back as
straight as an arrow
I sure as heck will not let this
uneasiness show
So angry at myself for giving them
the power
In their presence I simply want to
cower
'Please Lord - I'm not sure I even want
to be here
Looking at these people who openly
flaunt my fear'
'A little whisper ..I'm not alone
Spoken in an angelic tone
'You can do all things through
Christ who strengthens you'
I hear the voice say
I turn around to see whose looking my
way
I take the verse and make it my
own
Repeating it until I'm in my comfort
zone
My anger no longer has me bound
By my side is Father - He has always
been around
I feel His presence as the beating of
my heart calms
I find myself meditating on one of His
Godly psalms
Sitting - Standing - Turning - Speaking
I endeavour to be on my best
No longer am I afraid of man yet
acutely aware of the Unseen Guest...