My Psaltery: be brave, my heart

 89.

 It feels like a tick

Not a tock, just a tick

It sounds like a timer

Deep inside

 

But the fear is a trick

Not a truth, just a trick

It’s the fear that’s afraid

And is begging a ride

 

Cast away with a kick

Not a whine, just a kick

Perfect Love now fills

The house I abide

 

Faith leads the parade

Feelings learns to be staid

Fright, black-eyed and gob-smacked

Now ditched and defied

 

14 Oct 2020

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