My friend, you tell me of your rising fear,
your anger against this God that sustained
you all these years, and your sinking dismay
that this monster should return as the master
of your once forever life lived with love for all
those in this circle of beauty surrounding you.
Take hold, my friend, take hold of all this painful
courage that lives in fear itself and press against
this foe, for even if it should win you have given
more than any can give and your love has touched
this circle and created this gift that is not of
fear or of death but of the eternal that is you.