O Man of flesh and bone, dread and cares,
Where can thy mind flee in despair?
O Lord of hope and life, love and tears,
What perils Thy heart surely bears.
O Demons of terror and night, loss and fears,
With our failing faith in your lair.
O Spirit of fire and wind, mystery so near,
In Thee my anxious soul repairs.
We encounter risks everyday. Risks such as crossing the street, lighting a stove, traveling by plane, and eating food are just part of life, and thus, we rarely give a second thought to the dangers of these acts. These risks are routine and even though the possibilities of accidents, explosions, crashes and food poisoning are certainly real, we take these risks without anxiety or dread. We have to go to work, cook, travel, and eat, so we press on without much thought of the risks involved. If we did not accept these risks and move on, we would find ourselves in a continual neurotic state, unable to carry out the functions of a normal life. But there is another kind of risk that frightens us to the core. Continue reading