Decisions, Decisions

There is this knowledge that is ever-presently in my thoughts:
Things are about to change.
"What? What do you mean? What will change?"
And my most honest response is "I don't know which;
I just know things, that they will change."

We have decisions to make--and not like in years past;
These decisions are greater than us,
The effects could be far-reaching, into generations, even:
I take decision-making very seriously--
Heart, mind, and soul must agree.

The potential and impact of this decision
Weighs heavily upon my mind.
Once the move is made, nothing is the same.
That's why we must wait on God; HIs time
Is the right time, He knows what is best.

I've no idea what lies ahead, and sometimes I wish I did;
There are days I'd like to know what I'm preparing for;
But this is another time when there is no instructor's manual,
And to wish for one is wasting precious energy that could
Be utilized elsewhere--I must focus.

This way or that way...Which way shall we turn?
Lord, which way would you like for us to turn?
We don't want to go anywhere apart from your presence.
We don't want to live a day outside of your will.
Every day is too important, too valuable to us.

Lord, help us not to make human mistakes here;
Please lead us through your Holy Spirit;
Help us to discern your will for our lives.
Too many people depend upon the outcome--
We will do anything to hear your voice.

We are told that there are "Multitudes, Multitudes,
In the Valley of Decsion." And that's where you'll find us, Lord:
Still waiting, still believing, still trusting you and your timing.
I know we're waiting for a reason, Lord. Your timing is impeccable,
and I know you love us too much to let us go off-course.

Malaise

Some days are harder than others.
Brain baggage crowding, pressure
Building like an already strained balloon.
On these days, nothing feels right.

Searing pain in my temple,
Incomplete thoughts to accompany
A panic I feel coming on,
"This, too, shall pass," I say, carefully.

World spinning, dark mental
Clouds obscuring the sun,
I feel the melancholy cadence
Beating time marks on my skull.

It's difficult to discern the cause,
Impossible to think about a solution;
Something is off-balance here now,
I feel quite alone.

Is this End of the World, then?
The End of an Age of Reason?
This State of Malaise?
I close my eyes, hopeful...