Quaking

I feel shaky these days.

On the surface, all remains
But underneath the plates are drifting
The fault line is yawning
And stretching awake and shifting

All I know and need, but I
Do not cry out in fearful demands,
I wait in rigor
For His familiar hands

To pull me near

Again.

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