Perfect Love Casts Out Fear
Guest Writer: Karen DuBert
Love can sing a lullaby to still a fearful child
or hold a heart that’s broken together for a while.
Love can calm the terror that comes at night to prey
upon a mind that’s broken or a heart that’s gone astray.
Love can softly whisper peace when chaos is let loose,
when dogs of war are baying and there is no sign of truce.
Yes, Love has wondrous power to heal and bring us home,
but Love is not the answer to every heart of stone.
When depression’s clouds are gathered and hope has left the mind,
Love won’t reach in to clear the dust or raise the lowered blind.
When grief with all its shrouds of night has taken the control,
Love will never grab the wheel or hurt a wounded soul.
When disappointment rears its head—with stranger or with friend,
Love does not express dismay, nor will the thing to bend.
When heart’s frustration sighs because the listener cannot hear,
Love would not raise her voice or shout to make her meaning clear.
If Love is strong and good and true, why not use all her means?
If she is just to all oppressed, and faithful to her dreams,
why does she not drive clouds away and tear the blackened shroud?
Why not simply take control or speak words clear and loud?
Above all things that dear Love is, (much more than we)—she’s wise—
Her wisdom chooses gentleness, a strength in deep disguise.
She reaches out with open arms and piercéd hands to call
for Faith and Hope to help her heal the sparrow-like who fall.
Karen DuBert
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