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 dreamPosted by Will Duquette at January 1, 2003 07:25 PM
and step into the mighty stream
of God's own will
and there be still
to let the current sweep him on.