For My Young Friends Who are Afraid

There is a country to cross you will find
in the corner of your eye,
in the quick slip of your foot-
-air far down,
a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you,
for me,
a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being afraid.
That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed.
What you fear will not go away:
it will take you into yourself
and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world,
and we all live there.

– William Stafford

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