Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

Pain Of Reality And Fear Of Unknown - Poem by Saint Eule

Pain comes and goes from our head to our toes;
Fear it stays and lingers - chews on our fingers.

Pain in body, pain in soul, pain in mind;
The poison dart that penetrates the shell.
Fear is not there - yet something we find;
Deceptive little imps from the pits of hell.

Pain of labor, or pain from a wound;
Pain from emotion or relationship ruined.
Fear of a crowd or of being alone;
Fear of fact, or fear of the unknown.

Let not your hearts be troubled;
Nor let it be afraid.
In my house are many mansions;
The price it was paid.

Whatever you do never let fear grow, take a moment to pray;
Take the rod or take the staff - and send the imp on his way.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 7, 2011

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