A word (or two) on Fear

I’d like to thank everyone who has come to read or at least skimmed through the articles here at Urban Spiritual this past week and a half. Even though we’ve just started, the response has been overwhelming. This blog is something I’ve wanted to create for a while now and it was only fear that kept me from doing so. But it has been an emotionally, mentally, and spiritually liberating experience thus far, and I have no doubt this feeling will continue to grow. So today I leave you with a poem I wrote about a year ago. We must not let fear drive our actions. Life is too short and too beautiful for all that. Perhaps there is some action you’ve taken or not taken based on fear. I hope you’ll think on this today.

Fear, oh fear
you are a selfish lover
grasping ever at my mind strings.
The things I do for you!
And always you want more;
you batter me on jagged rocks,
drop me from the greatest heights,
watch me burn in a fire storm
while you lounge within the cool
pools of my soul
that should be mine.
And I love you still or
believe I love you, need you
believe that I’m safe in chains.
Yet,
from time to time
someone comes to shine a light
in my dark dank dungeon,
she speaks softly, gently
of liberation,
his name is light, or being,
or thus, or now,
its name is I am