The shadow of death is me,
or maybe I’m its shadow.
The angel showed me light
then whispered, “go back.”
In hell’s name,
can someone tell me why?
“Even though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”
I trust in God
in His presence, in His protection.
I long for rest.
For salvation.
For peace
in me,
and in the heart
of this world
still crying
for f**king peace.