Can’t do better to preface today’s thoughts than to show you this wonderful William Stafford poem, peace be upon him.
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
There is a country to cross,
You will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot—air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid.
That country is there for us,
carried as it is crossed.
What you
fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
that’s the world, and we all live there.
