Nada Te Turbe


Nada Te Turbe
That fear you have of this or that or ought
reminds me of the fear I’ve had of fear.
The void left by the fear is fear
of fear of losing you and losing me.
The grave, yet empty, gravest of all fears,
becomes an easy burden in the light
of Him whose grave was empty though
His grave had once contained His corpse.
Who have you lost so often as to fear
the knowing of another that you’ll lose?
The peace you’ll know is not of being lost,
but is the peace with Him who finds us lost.
Abandon fear and find all that you’ve lost–
The fear of crosses is our greatest cross

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