Unbridled Trust

The day reaches a close and the shadows begin to appear 

As every hour passes, they draw nearer bringing closer and making more  potent the shadows that we mere apparitions in the day

As each second passes, fear begins to mount, fear of the known, fear of what the shadows and the night represents and brings with it,

For some they conquer this fear with a shot or two

A few rush homes to be with their families

A couple others beat their chest as they cry for help

At the climax of the night the sound of snoring is heard not from one who has no fear but from one puts his trust implicitly in a being that he serves, knowing fully well that no matter the thickness of the shadows or the sound of the howling wind like a screaming child. He stand under an umbrella of protection that nothing can penetrate.

The process of anticlimax begins and the potency of the shadows reduce hour by hour, second by second, just at it came so it goes, leaving behind sadness and horror.

But the one who trusts wakes up refreshed knowing no sadness or sorrow,

Rising to a greater day than the former, cos for him everyday only gets better, for no yesterday can be better than the greatness he wakes up into.

A thanks he says, a prayer he says to the one he trusts implicitly not because he understands everything or anything but because he knows that he is safe and can suffer no harm or hurt.

Though as the day progresses, it may seem like what he did not pray for, but in the end it is greater that he hoped, cos his expectations cannot be cut short.