fear has no place in the morning light
when the sun filters through the green
leaves festooning branches blowing gently
in the breeze.
fear is just a nightmare spun from cobwebs
telling tales to us that aren’t really true
manufacturing bitterness to fracture us
like glass.
fear involves punishment — it wounds
and limits spitefully, jealously keeping
us prisoner to its whims and fancies
of shadow.
fear is destroyed, undone by love
that surpasses all comprehension,
guarding hearts and minds through
the Author.
in the sunlight the Son shines brightly
but in the night He illumines the dark
that seeps into the heart through fear
and pierces it.
