Fear

by
Heidi Lahti

©1996 Heidi Lahti. Reprinted by
permission of the author, a friend,
fellow traveler and a Point Six on
the Enneagram.

Like an underground river

deep beneath the surface,

silent,

cold,

unnoticed by others,

Fear is rushing, never resting

. . . never still

 

No way to stop its flow,

No way to weaken its power,

not even with sacred prayers

uttered in desperation . . .

moment by moment

. . . endlessly.

It is not life ‘s uncertainty,

nor death awaiting.

It is not the lack of one thing

nor too much of another

which stifles my greatness

and dims my light.

It is this porcupine emotion

that pricks

and needles its way

through my inner world.

It is Fear . . . and only Fear

 

In my silence,

it fills me with loneliness.

In my work,

it fills me with strain.

In my love,

it fills me with doubt.

In my soul,

it fills me with despair.

Of the Angels who share my space,

I ask,

"Take it from me, I beg you please.

Take this Fear and in its place,

leave with me sweet, enduring peace."