The mists creep slowly up the Alpine stream.

In turbulence they strike the mountain face

Then rise with waking dreams to form the base

Of thundering clouds beneath the solar beam,

As thoughts in chaos strike the atmosphere,

Sharing the risks implicit in the storm

That mindlessly may kill or just deform

What we count ours, and losing which, we fear.

So history holds us tight in its embrace

Clutching at memory's hope that peace will reign,

Relaxed in joy with freedom's fragrant grace

As anxious hesitation wanes again.

Accept your gift, those troublesome ideas

Ordered into place as certainty appears.

Arosa

3 July 2003

After reading Words of Life - Daniel 10:19 - 'Do not be afraid, O man highly esteemed. Peace! Be strong now; be strong.'