Looking through a glass darkly,
I see the plank in my own eye.
Loving with weakening arms,
I cannot carry the weight I once did.
But I do my part, if only that
Which leads me down a trampled path
In a clearing, in my athletic shoes.
Safe in my mind, with reckless abandon,
I drive my car down the street.
Obstacles escape my path.
I am new to this world.
It’s worth a try.