Why Are You Frightened
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Why are you troubled and frightened, my soul?
Be still and dwell where you are.
Since the world to you is small as a hand,
you won’t, my storm, get far.
Better than pitching from court to court
is sitting before the throne of your Lord;
if you distance yourself from others you’ll flourish
and surely see your reward.
If your desire is like a fortified city,
a siege will bring it down in time:
You have no portion here in this world –
so wake for the world to come.
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