Be Not Afraid
Black waters, deep and dark and still .
. .
all men have passed this way, or will.
You have been told the story.
I have been called upon to tell it
again.
You are on a journey from which
you
will not return.
Be not afraid.
Your hands were made to hold;
to steady and to heal.
To mend what is torn and broken.
To caress the brow of your beloved
dying sweetly in your arms,
and cradle them into their final rest.
No matter how hard, or far,
or long the path may be:
Be not afraid.
____ AKSHR
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