What is fear? Fear is this snake in my stomach A roiling, writhing mess Sinuous anticipation A measured watching and waiting The coiled viper waiting to strike I am exhausted and so worn I am waiting for the clamor of bells A hope that the house I have built Extends beyond these four walls This rectangular screen A thought Something to strike back at this pit That is moving inside the core of me Home is not country Nor fence Home is not built From violently constructed borders Home is not protected By weapons that keep Others away Home is people It always has been Home is you Home is me Home is us Home is bounty Home is abundance Home is joy Home is laughter and warmth Home is all those who endure Home is those who make it so We create home when we extend grace When we honor our shared Divinity When we see each other’s possibility And holiness I will not fear this snake I relinquish, release, and let go Instead of clutching fear I hold onto you I hold onto us A Much Warmer Thing
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