I am not afraid…

I am not afraid…
I am certain of what I feel inside me…
It always reminds me of my blessings…
So that when I am troubled, I can shift my attention.

My spirit has smart and watchful eyes…
Helping me to distinguish an Angel from a Tempter…
Truth from illusion…
Like two colored beads on a thin, delicate thread.

It leaves my life room for every color…
Helps me to forget all my bad performances…
Reminds me that I am designed to sing…
And that my story will end in the sky.

It tells me that I will not be left, like a branch after high water…
Brittle, battered and bubbled…
That I am like the tip of a fountain pen…
Whose ink will never run dry.

I am not afraid…
I just need to stop thinking my treasures will save me…
Take a deep breath and hesitate a moment…
And understand that I am a miracle, connected to eternity.

I love you,

Annie