Quiet Gifts

To quell a fear
Ring soft a bell
Carry a kerchief
Hold back thy swell

To then prepare
That come what may
Fares thee well
For yet this day

Know what lies
On thy trail
In forward going
Thou shall not fail

But quell not thy bell
Of life yet to live
With open palm render
That which would give

A gift of life
A dream to trust
That all of life
In faith, be just