The Unseen Ballet of Life

This poem was inspired from a trial which brought forth a blessing whilst attending a ballet with my two beautiful girls last Saturday. I have a problem with heights (inner ear, balance issues) and didn’t realize that the booked seats (which we had waited all year to sit in) were ‘way up a steep hill, in the clouds’. Sadly I was unable to stay. They offered us a viewing room; but we couldn’t see as in the second row. They offered us separated seats on ground level; but they were taken. Needless to say, we didn’t get to see the much anticipated show. We were blessed to see a short ‘warm up’ before the show in the stage area though and afterwards had a lovely lunch together instead.

This post is for anyone who has ever suffered a panic attack. This is not my first; but I pray it will be my last. Only someone who has experienced them can ever comprehend how frightening they can be, even as a Christian. Praise be to God, that He sent help and I was released from the terrible situation. I thank my precious daughters for their love, concern and help also.
He Shines His Light and Reveals the WaySometimes we are caught
In circumstances impossible
Cannot see the light
Escape becomes …
Belongs to each and every breath

Cannot move
Falling; but not moving
Pressing deeper into stability
But still it wants …
Wants to take control

Hands, they cry
And face, it pallors
Loved ones try to comfort
Feelings overwhelming continue
Then out of nowhere
He sends help and
… it all becomes balanced

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1 KJV

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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