LET ME GET GOING
That's sort of a prayer. To God :
I've distilled it all down to four
simple words. I know the big G
likes to be succint; not wordy,
not florid; direct, and to the
point - like cancer or a heart
attack or plague or war and
the death of millions. I can
understand, and do certainly
get the gist. So all I ever ask,
in light of my plans and feelings,
and all the things I'd wish to do
for others as well as for myself:
'Let me get going.' Though
instead I feel stymied
and stalled.
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