At Year’s End 8


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Your Yoke of Fear

 

I give you back your yoke of fear
It’s broken now.
Rent asunder,
I am broken too

 

I give you back your yoke of fear
It’s broken now
Useless, like the perverse turbulence that stirred up worst case scenarios
In your imagination
In your projections
In your fury

 

If only you had known then
That it was in vain
Useless
Worse than useless.
When real danger arose
It kept you from dressing yourself in the very armor,
The only armor
That might have helped
In those moments when yes, we must take a stand.
When yes, some things we can prevent.   Or create.

 

But what of the tsunamis?  Avalanches, volcanoes, the enemy on the hill?
What of those things we can’t prevent
When we’re encompassed by a greater something
Swept up in Nature’s pattern
In someone else’s pattern
Fragile leaves tossed by the great wind?

 

In all scenarios
Fear is useless

 

I give you back your yoke of fear
You are small now, I see trembling beneath your ire
I want to tell you
Don’t be afraid
But what to put in its place?

 

When the enemy is upon us
When our throats are tilted up to their knives
Then time to don
The armor
Of no armor at all

 

We shall go naked
Un-armed.   Un-armored.
When the enemy strikes, he will strike at air.
There will be nothing to harm
There is nothing to lose
Nothing to defend
Nothing to fear

 

We are children again
Before the day fear reared its head
When our knowing was unadulterated.
In the place of fear was only
Ourselves
Children in the moment, intact
Perfect balance
Perfect judgment
Should danger appear on the horizon
We know right action
And act rightly

 

I give you back your yoke of fear
It’s broken now

 

When you open your eyes
It will break for you too.

 

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8 thoughts on “At Year’s End

  • Carol

    Mary, this is *stupendous.* I’m printing it to keep it on my desk and maybe a copy for my refrigerator, too. Strong words for 2018 and onward. Sending much love to all the Sandifers!

  • Vicky

    Beautiful and thought provoking, Mary. It reminds me of the Russian spy (played brilliantly by Mark Rylance) in the film Bridge of Spies. When asked at intervals throughout the film by his lawyer (Tom Hanks), “do you never worry?”, his reply is always “would it help?”.

    I was so inspired to read your tale about opening and running the restaurant on the winding hill up to the gite. I hope we get a chance to visit some time! Bonne chance and bonne année 2018.

  • Camille Maillard-Latty

    Few French words to answer your moving poem:
    “….Que votre vie devienne un jardin d’opportunités pour le bonheur …
    Au printemps, un amoureux de la joie. En hiver, un amoureux de la sagesse….”
    Do you know the author?
    Bonne année.. with love from
    Camille