Some glorious fate awaits us,
Anchored somewhere just beyond
The path that we can see,
And all we have to do to get there
Is walk on water —
Which we don’t think we can do.
And so we stand here, on the brink,
Imagining and regretting,
Afraid to either jump right in and swim
Or trust a helpful soul to guide us to our future.
As my husband’s fond of saying,
You’ll never win the lottery
If you don’t buy a ticket:
Don’t just stand there; take the leap!
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