The Tuning Fork

The tuning fork vibrates

Alarms begin to sound

Anxieties come flooding through the curtain

The traffic flow speeds up

Confusion all around

My mind gropes blindly round for something certain

I see a distant light

I centre on its hope

Aware that peace resides within its brightness

My breath begins to still

The tuning fork subsides

I reach for Jesus’ hand within the whiteness

The constant in my days

Unchanging, loving, true

Protection ever-present through the right prayers

The tuning fork’s pure note

The source of all that’s good

The antidote to life’s recurring nightmares


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