In fear
we wall up,
shrink,
border,
a tight-packed nut
or a fist.
While in grace
we open, a dancer
spreading her arms,
a bird in flight,
we become the cloud
shading a farmer
from hot sun
we rock a child
as if we were
the wind,
a lullaby
our fingers trace
feathered love
onto another’s
face.
Fear tries
to stop us
from dying
but we can only
live
in the opposite
of fear
-grace.
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