Whom Shall I Fear?

She left the church service. The sermon had her feeling

strong, confident, inspired. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing,

down the block, a shadow just hiding between parked cars.

She knew of the spiritual realm, still had the scars

to prove it. She paused, closed her eyes and prayed.

When she opened her eyes, the shadow was inches away,

then disappeared. She staggered, taking a step back. Hurrying home,

she fell to her knees. She knew she wasn’t alone.

Her body tingles, the closet door begins to swing open,

a scream reverberates. The next morning, her eyes rip open.

She is disheveled, bruised, bleeding. Her body hurts in places

where she never thought she would hurt. Anger then erases

her fear. She seals her closets, windows, oven, plugs sink

and bathtub and fervently prays. With no answer, no link

to The One, she spends her days watching the darkness.