Like turbulent wind
The mind won’t rest
Lost in a fog
Abandoned, unsettled

As if anxiousness
Has surrounded me
As if the devil himself
Is talking to me

When I close my eyes
Then my ears heightened
When I seek silence
Then thoughts fill the space

Feels like I’m resisted
To enter in
Or the place I seek
Eludes me still

When the chasm grows
And I prefer isolation
Entertaining hurtful thoughts
Rather than consolation

Lord,
Where is my recourse

Let your gentleness
be known to all men.
The Lord
is at hand.

Be anxious for nothing,
but in everything by prayer and supplication,
with thanksgiving,
let your requests be made known to God;

and the peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and minds
through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren, whatever things are true,
whatever things are noble, whatever things are just,
whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely,
whatever things are of good report,

if there is any virtue
and if there is anything praiseworthy
—meditate
on these things.

The things which you learned and received
and heard and saw in me, these do,
and the God of peace
will be with you.