For When I Am Next Afraid

I am not afraid in the dark.
Or the quiet, cold, or rain.

I have found that the dark is cozy and my eyes adjust.
In the quiet, I can think and rest and find my bearings –
There is always the light within ready to shine out.
There is always, too, so much assistance.

I’m not afraid in a crowd, or on an airplane, or in a strange town.
There’s an acute differentiation that allows me to relax about me.

And when I am next afraid, please remind me who I am.
Of my divinity and power, just waiting under the surface to unfurl.
Remind me that I Am a Voice in the wilderness crying out –
Prepare ye the way of, yes, The Divine Balance, the way of Peace.
I Am sister to Christ Jesus and Miriam Sophia, the Lovers, who join me on walks.
I Am Judah. I am Ephraim. I am a slave, and I am free –
And no one else can name or claim to understand my attributes.
Only the way they are receiving the art and image of me.

I Am the storyteller.
Jeshurun.
I am She.