I think I imagine this poem as advice to myself from someone farther along faith's path than I am. I'd like to think it's what my spiritual father of blessed and beloved memory might have said, if of course, he chose to speak in alliterative verse. He was forever encouraging of myself and of all who knew him. Anyway, just know that this is not an attempt to preach, but rather an attempt to shore up my own small reserves of boldness as Lent comes to a close and holy Week begins.

Fear Not

Fear not, dear friend, to follow fast in faith

The footsteps of Forever to the end

Which heralds but the birth of new beginning,

The bridal bower of finitude’s fulfilling,

Whose treasure is transfigured tears.

Cast off completely the clamour to which you cling,

The cry of cares for which no cure can come

Before the veil of time is torn

And final physic found for life’s long fever

That bathes you in eternal bliss’s balm.

Run lightly, little one, with joy to speed your journeying,

Love leading you guilelessly as guide and welcome guest,

Courage as your kind and true companion,

And hope your helping hand though hurts may hinder.

Start now, dear heart, and do not stay your going!

Fill your faltering lamp and hold it high!

He waits for you in willing welcome,

His arms held wide to take you to Himself,

His gift, the glory of His Godhead,

Given freely in friendship and limitless love.

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