Sunday April 12th: Full with fear, I keep going

“The doors were closed in the room where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews” …

John 20: 19-31

Every stray dog on the block know my name.
When they pass me, they put on pedigree.
They see right through my body, so contaminated with fear;
They growl and snarl like if they sense an unclean spirit.

Fear like grime and dust from the Sahara seep into every crevice.
It is not a surface thing to just shrug-off; it cuts deeper than deep.

Don’t build a façade to hide behind.
Expose all your wounds, one by one.
Reveal your honest doubt; allow yourself to be seared and singed in the brutal fire of love and fear; a duel of trepidation.
Only when we are burnt without recognition that we discover new life and a new face.

No words of advice will eradicate fear that is locked in the heart.
Only the breath of God, the ever-present rhythm, the pulsating throbbing drumbeat.
So, breathe on me breath of God; let your spirit heal;
Give me courage to walk the streets without looking back at every footfall; lest I turn to salt.