my snow globe

i’m living in a snow globe.

my creator formed the mountains and seas in this glass bubble and placed me in it.

a layer of glitter lies at the bottom, and sometimes, He picks up my snow globe and takes it for a little whirl.

the glitter rises and as it falls i begin to think that i can’t handle it anymore.

1 am phone calls, staggered breathing, desperate pleading.

this can’t be happening.

my sensitive heart and spirit will have a hard time mending.

God, please stop shaking my snow globe.

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