O! I see those around me employing fear to advance their cause. Stuck in my closet, I am powerless over the mounting threats.
The village is filled with frightened ones, who scheme and plot the downfall of enemies.
We are in trance, Lord, seeing illusions that threaten battle, but which dissolve in sunlight.
When I myself strike fear, let me stamp it out. Let me be love.
The ones who plan my downfall, too, let me love them, for they are frightened children.
Sun shines. All is well.