Even though the surface is smooth, there is
turmoil underneath. Serenity is sometimes
merely an illusion.
Even though the sky is perfectly clear, there
is always the hawk nearby, waiting, watching.
Security is not guaranteed.
Even though I appear to be alone, I am
surrounded by others unseen. The
unseen is not always unreal.
Alone? Never!
For your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
And I hear in the wind:
Fear not, for I am with you,
even until the end.
Serenity and Security come and go.
Love neither abdicates nor abandons.
Love is.
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