It starts with a child on his knees:
Lord, I am so small; this task
Is vast beyond my comprehension.
How can I know now what to do?
This is how it starts – the tremor and
The sense of awe, the knowledge that
The universe is bigger than
All of our strength and pride combined.
With this it starts: admitting that
We don’t know half as much as we
Think we do nor as we should,
And yet we know how little we
Are beside the fount of truth
And wisdom that resides with You,
And how small our hands are in
The hands that lift us tall.
The Consolations of Writing 