Hide Me

I never quite understood the old hymns that asked God to hide them. Maybe it was because I was always free-spirited and relatively devoid of care. I was always more for the "strengthen me, use me" kind of songs that would inspire me to go forth and change the world.
Tonight I just want to curl up and lie on my bed. I want so much to be hid – from all the things that are happening around us.
It sucks to tremble with fear just before switching on CNN. It is not the acts of terror that strike the most fear in me; it is the visual realisation of what we might have become.
Hide me.

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