The winds of chance fly swift beyond the clouds
To carry seeds of
challenges ahead,
Til buried deep in
furrows plainly plowed
They languish in
uncertainty and dread.
And every whisper falling
on their ear
Lends warning of the
dangers yet to come.
Foreboding foils of
feckless, freakish fears
Are birth to caution,
leaving reason numb.
As aimless arrows all
around ascend,
Like willow branches
bending without harm,
Fair truth becomes a
melancholy friend
To battle with the liars
of alarm
Epiphany – at last fair
ransom paid –
Speaks softly in my ear,
“Don’t be afraid.”
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