Dread of the future is sometimes justified—
but be wary: it wants to kidnap the present.
Sometimes fear is grief anticipated.
You can’t enjoy your friend, fearing their leaving.
Grief is love made powerless,
left with nowhere to fly.
But love is in you, not its object,
still strong and winged, and wise to the air.
Your fear can tell you what you love,
and those wings lift you —
not stacked, afraid of toppling,
but aloft, and present to the winds.
You are not captive to your fear.
You carry it, like a costly treasure.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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