Waiting for a healing, I sit as though on the edge of a precipice feeling I could plunge into the next season of my life, into my new self, but the black spirits have seized me and bad memories are there and we set up a sign, did we not? Of when I could stop taking my medicine because I could not trust the swirl of voices in my head and when will this ever happen, when will I be out of this dank cell that smells of sewer and why can't I see You more clearly?
Then I stop and read the Word. Be still and know that I am God.
And I sit patiently on my precipice.
The black spirits fade into the background,
And I finally ask You,
What do You want me to do while I wait?