By  G.P. Avants

 

“Now I know there is something strong than fear — far stronger. The Force.”

–  Kanan Jarrus

 

“There is no fear in love but perfect love casts out all fear.”

                                                                 1 John 4:18

 

 

Love and fear

Met up one day

To fight that timeless duel;

Their padwans prepare

And on the air,

Voices cry attention

To meet this dare.

 

Fear dressed in black,

A faceless fiend,

Behind a mask

To shake Love’s being

Before any hint of attack

Was seen.

Love dressed itself

In honor and honesty;

Ready to face

The trials

That arise against

True bravery.

Fear threw words

Meant to cripple

And sting:

“Fool!”

“Weakling!”

“All Alone!”

“Your chances are small

Even against a youngling!”

Love felt those barbs

Hotter than a saber’s beam,

Meant to shake

His resolve,

And stir nightmare’s

Instead of dreams.

Yet Love remembered

Who stood by him:

Bravery,

Hope,

Purpose,

Real power,

Strength to face,

Every turn,

And each hour.

Who did Fear have

To draw strength from?

Nothing.

No one.

Except itself.

A lone dark figure

gathering dust

On an empty self.

Love stood tall.

Fear raised its hackles.

Both drew blades,

Took their stance,

With a SNAP, POP

And CRACKLE!

Both had smiles

For different reasons;

 

But Love remembered

The weakness of Fear

And the Force’s strength

Stirring it’s soul

To face

All seasons.