Drawing to a Close

Day 27--

"Ack!" she said.

"I cannot feel my brain.

It is gone."

Day 28--

Fear

Fear will kill you

As dead as any mountain lion

Or fall from a cliff.  

Kick your fear in the face and

Show it you will not be 

Its slave.

Fear's Master

Day 29--

Carry On

Carry on my weary child

The journey isn't yet complete.

Someday your wand'ring will be o'er

And you will rest your aching feet.

Cease your plaints and climb the hill

From here you see what you could not

Just beyond this serried range

There, the new home we have wrought.

Cease your weeping little one

I know the journey has been long

Rich rewards shall be your lot

When once you sing a grateful song.