The Fear Is Clean Poem by Mary Wismer

Light, space, zest - that's God!
So, with him on my side I'm fearless,
afraid of no one and nothing.

Point me down your highway,
direct me along a well-lighted street;
show my enemies whose side you're on.

Don't throw me to the dogs,
those liars who are out to get me,
filling the air with their threats.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old
through my roaring all the day long.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me:
my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.

The precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart;
The commandment is pure, enlightening the eyes;
The fear is clean, enduring for ever;

The ordinances are true, and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.

21. January 2008