The scourge of emotion rises
From below, as it announces cruel dismay,
And the externally imposed dread
Ascends
From deep within,
Paralyzing,
Terrifying,
Consuming,
As courage is sought,
But provides less succor
Than that which is most desired,
And in that moment
One is left in solitary fear,
All sensibilities mobilized
To deny any outward sign,
For poise is a component of valor,
And strength can be measured in the eyes,
As, indeed, can all else.

The gullet constricts,
On this, the feast of Saint Blaise,
And air,
Which presents us with sated life
Meets a barrier of swollen flesh;
Such is anxiety,
As one imagines verve as it departs,
And the heart,
Attempting now to give us more
Of that which we have naught,
Races untamed,
Like a wild herd in frightened flight,
As explosive energy fractures the day,
Unaware of its depleted fuel,
Until reason finally joins us
And informs us that this threat is real.

This life is a challenge,
Fraught with ambush and exhilaration alike,
And flesh and spirit are one,
Seeking a paired alliance
Which brings beauty and synchrony
Of thought and action,
Or should,
As we seek to fulfill the measure of our creation,
Bringing pride to ancestor and offspring, alike,
And to Him who offered us life.