Punch holes in your fears
Fear hovers like fog.
It gathers, hesitates, stays.
We read what confirms.
See, I am right to be afraid;
I have reason to fear.
Pulling up our covers, to
our hideout, our cocoon, our tent.
if not self imposed,
Punch holes in what frightens you.
Not with fists,
but with learning,
by conversation with a trusted confidante.
Pepper your fears with puncture.
Then, look through them
to what they’ve been hiding:
the life God imagines for you.
Step into it.
Posted on January 3, 2018, in Christian, faith, God, hope, love, poetry, Spirit and tagged bravery, courage, discernment, Fear, fog. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Fear weighs us down while keeping us a prisoner.
So true, Desiray. But just the smallest hole can show us our ability to contend with it and make our way through it.