In The Abyss Poem by E V Wyler

In the abyss, so black and bleak,
I'm swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel's bay,
I am Jonah, humbled and meek.

During the storm's most starkest streak,
through sustained strife, I stand and seek
God's deliverance … while I pray …
… in the abyss.

Slivers of sunlight slowly leak
past my perils, letting me peak
at a rainbow's brightest archway!
God dwells in the places we stay,
even where blessings feel oblique
... in the abyss.

E. V. Wyler