Name of fear , wings of dreams

I am not a religious person, but I cannot describe the overwhelming feeling I feel when I walk into any place of worship. I see people with hope without hope, with fear, with love all walking into the temples. Some have tears in their eyes and some just love the God, they are worshiping. I feel small, I feel insignificant. All the pain I have fades and feels insignificant in front of all the troubles of people around me.
They are regular folk, walking besides me and talking besides me, laughing and chatting, but here they shed their masks and speak the truth. They accept and acknowledge their sadness, desires, wants and needs. They pray for themselves, for their loved ones, for everyone or for no one. I look at them and think of a prayer, whatever whoever deserves and fights for, I hope they are able to get it. I know there is uncertainty in life, the factor that keeps us at our toes. I hope for the ones who are fighting the battles with all their might, for what they deserve most, get it.
Isn't my prayer futile; i wonder. The ones who are willing to bet it all for a dream, are the ones who do not care for the failure, they will cry for the hurt they faced, but will get up from the ground. They will nurse the wound and dust off and walk with a stance that is stronger than before. These are the people, who are not here today looking at the ground they fell upon, they are the ones staring at the stars. They are the ones that are moving the stars to makes a space for their dreams in sky.
For them it is not the name, not their name, not anyone's name that matters. They make their own labels. They make their own Gods. The rest pray those Gods that were left behind by them, they worship the inner strength of the ones who stood up.
I get off, and get out of this place. I acknowledge the ground that is under me, but I am not letting the ground hold me down, because I am discovering that I have wings. The wings of courage to wipe the tears, the courage to face the darkness inside me, to feel the moment that is as is, call what is by its name. I am calling on fear. I am calling to control it, to take spread the wings and fly. Fly into the unknown and make space in the stars for my dreams. My dreams are not of the earth, my dreams belong in the sky.