At Year’s End

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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