Fear Not

Fear not the pounding ocean waves,

the soaking surf, and chilling spray,

Nor hungry fire that leaps; ablaze,

fear not the furnace nor the flames.

Fear not the roars of lions grown,

Run not from teeth and claws alone,

For they can rend but flesh and bone;

But fear the One who writes on stone.

Fear not the eagle from orders old,

whose talons red are dulled with gold,

Hoard not the things that are bought and sold,

Put not your trust in moths and mold.

Fear not the deep encroaching black,

the entropy of hungering lack,

the dark and freezing, aching cold;

they hide the pinions; silver, gold.