Even when the past

tries to rise up, mocking,

to haunt me,

reminding me of yesterday's

failures and fears...

Even when the future

looms dark and gloomy

to daunt me,

with pictures of tomorrow's

pitfalls and perils...

Even when the present

seems pointless,

taunting me with whispers of

all I must do,

where I must go,

things I don't know?

When I think of God,

who is called "I Am",

(not "I was" or "I will be"),

when I think of Him

here, right now ...

with me,

and in me,

and through me;

in my past,

my present,

 my future‑‑

How can I fear?