This is a poem that a friend of mine gave me a year or so before she
died; I’d forgotten about it until I found it this afternoon in a book
she gave me. Her name was Anne Griesel, and I don’t believe she’d mind
if I shared it with you.

Blest the man who dares to dream
and step into the mighty stream
of God’s own will
and there be still
to let the current sweep him on.