to see you there and not know how
what brought us here and facing now
finding ways to find what’s good
hoping hope is enough to breathe

I see you now, facing left
right before the sunrise sets
wishing for hope to silence the noise
that fills the quiet darkened field

you bring with you a guiding light
pointing towards what must be right
thinking feeling finding nothing
believing faith will find no quarter

fear finds friends in all wrong places
making choices on hidden faces
showing life beyond the wind
blowing through with disregard

to this I say “Be quiet wind”
in response fear grins and winks
thinking he has won at last
staring at me standing tall

but fear is not welcome
fear is for the weak
the weak are weak because they fear
fear has no place
no place here