Cold was the light of the stars
As the bitter winds whipped through the open fields
I was a lone tree on an empty moor
Exposed to the wickedness of the dark
I said that I knew the way back
I said that I knew better
My proud heart had poisoned my well of trust
And now I drank its bitter gall
Fear stalked me as I walked
Its foul breath on the back of my neck
Its tendrils reached out to grab me
To squeeze and shake me like a rag doll
My hands shook as I typed the number
I did not know if it was the cold or the terror
It rang once and then twice
Each ring feeling like an eternity
“Hello?”
I choked back the lump in my throat
And the pride in my heart
And I asked for help
“Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.” Psalm 30:2