I shall choose not to be afraid
Of the arrows which pierce by day
Flying without any sense of direction
Or the deadly diseases
Which stalk in the night of darkness
Under the veil of gloom.
His armor shall be my protection
From the loss of opportunities
Surrounding the feathers
Which cover my wings.
When one entryway opens...
Shielding us from the serpent
Detours carefully guarded
By the traps which surround
A refuge from the terrors
Which attempt to consume.
(inspired by Psalm 91, in light of our present economy)