There is no fear in the future
There is no future in the past
Fear lives only in the present
And for sure it cannot last
There is life in the living
There is living in the life
Life lives out in the present
Those are the hours of little strife
There is an explanation of the question
There is an answer waiting to be found
Hope is the hopeful suggestion
Where we go ourselves to ground
There is a world in the oyster
Thoughts turn to grains of sand
There is wisdom entering the cloister
As also with the shaking of the hand
