There are phantoms all around

Dark things

Pushing, pulling, yelling, chasing

They seem to control the world

Like a vine they slither and crawl

Sucking the life out of everything they touch

But there is something

One thing

That they cannot bear to be near

I walk closer to the Light

Stepping over withered phantoms

A gentle breeze brushes my forehead

Taking my cares with it

The hairs on my arms stand straight

I am in the presence of GOD

I kneel

And place my head on His feet

And rest there

Phantoms abandoned.