I know you. I know everything about you. You try to hide but I see it all. I nag and poke. I creep into your mind as the darkness descends; the world sleeps but you I provoke to restlessness. And in the stillness your mind rages, screaming “what if?” and better yet “why me?” It makes me laugh. I breed in your isolation, I feast on your doubt until I choke you in my icy grip.
My name is Fear.
In your despair, I wait. My heart breaks with each step you slip, further and further, spiraling, until you succumb. Broken. I am here, little one. Do you not see me? Do you not know who I am? I am the one who hears your cries, who keeps watchcare over you in your darkest hours. I whisper peace, be still. I dwell in the gentle touches of friends, in the soothing arms of your beloveds, and innocent laughter. I shimmer upon you until I break forth into a warming beacon. Bask in the fury of my love.
I am Hope.
For: Kathy, Angela, and Jane.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.