The Crow of Scare
Scarecrow called the other night .... all timid and daunting and suspicious. "Aren't you the least bit scared?" he crowed. I stood a little taller than I actually was, hoping to look more convincing when I went to answer him. Anxiety and Panic and Fear have cast their shadow over me, more times than I care to admit. However... There was a time. A collection of moments, some permanent, some fleeting.... When I met Courage! And He devoured Fear! He didn't even bother to break it down. He simply swallowed Fear whole. Then He left me, seemingly alone, in the expanse of void. Anxiety and Panic still lingered. That space buzzed with uncertainty. The air was thicker and the heat was heavy. But instead of running for the hills, as my flesh had become so skilled at doing, I dared myself. To be still. And to know. Humility reflected in the fragile. Strength broke through weakness. And I let go! I answered the Crow of Scare, from my new
