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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Drawing to a Close

Day 27--

"Ack!" she said.
"I cannot feel my brain.
It is gone."

Day 28--
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.

1 comment:

  1. Yeah. Fear can get you on so many different levels.