The Best for Now

It's been Love all along -- Love was there, lying beneath, all along. I just couldn't hear Love's voice directly -- I only had ears for Fear's quivering voice. But this idea -- that through Fear I hated myself -- though it surely felt like that at times -- it wasn't true. Fear was all I had. But it moved out of Love. It was as if Love cried out, Fear! Fear! She can't hear me. Can you get her to listen? it's important, she needs protection. What? Yes, I know, it's not the preferred option but it's the best we can do for now. Until she can hear Me, see Me, feel my tender and wise touch -- we can't leave her like an open target in the middle of the predatory world. Fear, please!