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The mountain is precipitous and my knees are weak,
I, a dreamer, stop at the foot of the mountain, dreaming.
Too afraid to mount my ideals and climb my dreams,
I, a coward, stay at the foot of the mountain, waiting.

I just started this poem and don't intend to finish it until I actually live it. I don't have a title for it yet, because it all depends whether or not the coward will stop waiting and live up to God's divine plan. I am gonna say this prayer once again: "Lord, give me courage to do Your Will!"