Do I alone carry this weight? Will you send fellows to help? Will you intercede? How sturdy is my back?
O Lord, in the dark morning, frightful thoughts course through me. Soon enough my heart will quicken and I will walk. Let me see past these moments of fear, into the bright sunlit activity that awaits.
Indeed, it is the action itself I fear. From my cushion, I wish for idle times. Thereby would I wallow in self-pity.
Arise! Let me walk to meet you.