Restless I'm committed,
Through hell or high water,
Anxiously I'm denying,
If this kitchen gets any hotter,
Friviously I think of things,
This valley feels so low,
Can life get any better?
I take another blow,
I embrace them all,
I embrace the pain,
What can I learn next?
What pearls of wisdom can I gain?
What person can I aspire?
Who can I teach next?
Healed from my experiences,
The weary really can rest,
We march in ranks together,
We march in ranks till we die,
The weary can rest in you,
In this desert I'm satisfied.

Joe Kruppenbacher