AFRAID
A stranger, though kind he seems,
Will not hear me speaking to him.
The sound of an airplane
Lingers in my dreams.
Everything I touch and see--
Even those loved much
Could and may become
Even one--another enemy--
This fear to grasp
What we do not understand--
This fear has overcome
So many in their land.
Must we forever subside?
To be free--
Where do we hide?
May answers come from Thee.
Written 6-13-04 & Rewritten 2-10-05
Copyright©2005 Marie L Sellers
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