Some days I feel restricted,
squeezed by circumstance, and I am
suffocating
beneath the slimy twisting mass
of a salivating world
that wants to suck the soul from me.
The light is gone.
My breathing has become shallow
as the grave where I imagine
they'll find my bones brittle, broken. 

Yet there come moments, even
on the days when I can't get out
from under all
my hungry problems pressing down,
when my soul expands somehow
and magnifies in song that grace,
amazing love
through which God whispers endlessly,
"I'm here. Cast your cares on me." Then,
I rise, fly far and flutter free.