As I drifted into the haze
Of subconscious reality
Tucked quietly
Into the passenger seat
An ambiguous dread
Touched my gut, unsettled my head
Some impression unsaid
Of waking up with the dead.
But through static, I could hear
The car radio suddenly come in clear
With a forgotten balm for a familiar fear
From a movie, it said,
“Hey, Kid!
You’re gonna live!
And when this is over,
We are going to celebrate.”
I am safe.
My God is great,
And He is doing something.
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