Leap. Let not your feet on solid ground be felt.
Reach. Lift up your hands to grasp the summoning sky.
Wish. Make of your chances something you can keep.
And never let the meaning pass you by.
Wait. For knowing comes at such a limping pace.
Watch. Pick carefully the time you would reveal.
Touch. A fingertip, a life, another place.
Such are the things that prove we still can feel.
Think. Be sure your mind strides out upon the path.
Rest. Take time to set your reasons row on row.
Stand. Show all who care that you, at least, stay strong.
And you will bless the seasons as you go.