Fearful Part 2 Poem by shimon weinroth

the Christain identifies with Jesus,
drinks his blood and eats his flesh,
in search of salvation and resurrection,
Abraham reminds his God of the covenant,

alas there is no hope that, wards off fear of mortality,
the next best thing to do, forget fear,
study history, philosophy, pray, take on rites of religion
educate or politic for influence, ideas and ideals,
leave a legacy and will,

but we won't be around to see it,
society has pastuerized, freezed and
cultured us to suppress our fears,
chanel them into science, culture and religion,
and to often war

which gives us some longevity, quality of life,
the balm of affection and illusions,
no amount of self hypnotism or catharsis
can erase all the fears of fear itself,

fear drives us to survive and in curiosity to search,
for what might be otherwise or better, not uniform or worse
dreams, empathy and music and al the muses,
momentarily lay aside fears anxiety and sorrow,

whenever I am at a loss of hope, I look at my lover,
and go down to the sea, the vastness and never ending ripples,
listen to the night, to the heavens dotted by twinkling stars,
knowing that something will remain after I have departed,

but it is not enough, so I listen to my loves and children
the pool of genes, rainbow of colors, that keep the covenant,

they were born in pain, uncomfortable and wet
and because they were born they are mortal,
and they too will fear death,
hopefully the cycle will not cease to be