I finally figured out fear.
If I had no future, then I wouldn’t be afraid.
If no phantom fat, floated in the future –
What would there be to fear?
That’s what’s frightening.
With no future, there’s no forever.
With no forever, why live now?
For if forever lingers out there,
I can’t fail now.
I am frightened of failing today,
For the fearful possibility of ruining tomorrow, then forever.
Am I willing to throw away forever
That I might find freedom to fill up today
With fun, feasting, faith, friendship?
Will I float forever to the faithful arms of God?
Will I fill up today with faith, friendship, fun, feasting
On the table prepared before me
In the presence of my fear?
Run hard into the future and laugh?