The Islamic Garden
The Place of Hope and Fear
Selma Cook
To the place where my
hopes and fears collideWrestling, struggling to find calmness
Scooping it up from here and there casting it deep into my soul
Then wondering why it disappears in veils of scattered light
Running through my fingers – lost to me
I am afraid. I am confused. I am lost.
Lost in my own tidal wave of emotions, colliding
Threatening to envelope me – swallow me whole
Rushed to the limit – pushing my own self
Daring death, destruction at my own hands
Elusive calmness, elusive peace
I cannot find you though I stretch my mind as far as it will go
Scared to look within my heart constricted as it is
Scared to face my fears, the greatest dread
Pushing down the turbulence, ignoring it
While it bubbles up seeking recognition
As calmness lies beneath it – beneath the fear
I must wade through, look at fear eye to eye and let it go. Then wait.
For calmness and peace will settle wherever I leave space
Let go the fear and peace will alight.
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