Never Alone

Chased by the odds,
That make mortals
Out of the gods.

Faith sips her coffee,
Tells panic to take
Its dirty paws off me,

Or be ready for what’s next.
She might be silent as her
Muscles start to flex,

Her words become generals,
Turning fear’s lies
Into little league tee balls,

Stripping away its power
Until it’s broken,
Even for an hour.

When will I get it?
My resolve never wavers,
It has endless credit.

She does not get queasy,
Prefers to jump in
When fear starts to freeze me.

Thanks to her, I’m never alone.
To those in need, all you
Need is to pick up the phone.