Fear, you warty spackling monster,
you invade when my worst nightmare has come true
dripping your dead gray presence in my house.
And you dry my tears and invite me, “Spackle this hole. Smear and plug. The hole will be gone.”
But it won’t.
Fear, you dishonor my sorrows.
I need a tearing down of this wall
for the damage done is too great, and spackle will not suffice.
Fear, you will not rule me.
No, I will hope
and soak in the view of wholeness that lays behind the knocked-down wall.
Inspired by Vincent McNabb’s quote, “Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not to oust them.”