"Fear Not," They Said

Sometimes I am very afraid.

Life is big
And the deceiver was once the most beautiful of angels.
How easy it is to get so involved
That I lose sight of the whole;
That I begin to doubt
And fear slips in and clouds your face.

That is why I try to trace your face
To hold it before my own
The cloak of fear
It has many colors.

I cling to the kindness.
I pray for the vision to see
To live blind to the cloak of many colors;
To follow your vision for me

How I die whenever the angels say  “Fear not.”
It is a priceless kindness they show in those two words.