If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said faster horses. ~ Henry Ford

Okay, God, reporting for duty.
What’s your will for me today?
I’d appreciate some help carrying out
my part. And it would sure help
if you’d keep reminding me, God,
just how limited that part is.
Keep me doing the next right thing.
Not piddling because I need to feel sorry
for me a while first, not playing games
because they won’t hold them over
another day — if I don’t play them,
they’ll vanish into cyberspace.
I can’t  duck, hide my head in a hole,
’cause the fears have revolted
and want to run rampant.
You’ve told me, just ask you to remove them,
to show me what you want me to be.
I’d claim it wouldn’t work, but I know better.
So. It’s the next right thing. Keep plodding along.
And don’t plan the results, because then
I’d set the goal too low. Leave that to you,
and maybe you’ll give me beyond my wildest dreams
when I’d have settled for a faster horse.