Meditation on Fear & Belief

Today, hell hath no power o'er me
and the world holds no attraction.

MEDITATION ON FEAR & BELIEF

There are some days, sadly few, but recently more frequently occuring,
when I seem to breech the barrier built by humankind,
ever thicker and ever higher, which keeps us from sensing
the touch and guiding hand of the divine.

But these past few days I've felt, aye, even seen,
the hand of the Creator, gently on my shoulder,
guiding me in His pathways.
I do not resist.
I am open to all possibilities.

It was always thus, I believe.
It was always thus, I fear.

In the child's soft fresh openness to the universe,
I believe,
having watched my son grow in wonderment,
grow in delight, and grow in love,
the presence of the divine surrounds, and glows;
sings beauteous melodies and choral anthems --
the lullaby of the cricket,
the woodpecker's wake up knock,
the call of the gently flowing stream,
the power and grandeur of the lightning bolt.


It was always thus, I believe.
It was always thus, I fear.

I believe for I have seen God's glowing love
reflected in my son's mirthful eyes.
I fear for I remember not my own childhood's wonderment.

I believe, for no other explanation fits the facts --
and this is good.

I fear, for no other explanation fits the facts --
and this is not good --
that I once held the universe in a grain of sand
in my small child hand
and cannot remember.

I believe, for to not believe means
that death conquers all.