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.