Sitting in the dark Waiting for sleep to come, with jitters Of expectation and apprehension Thinking what have I gotten myself into A fan hums rhythmically nearby A scrapping sound comes from the wall Like the moving of something big in the other room The voices all around have quieted down It seems most are going to sleep, or at least trying Disappointed there is a cot; thought I’d get to sleep on the floor Chafing noises again, they must be moving beds… In the quiet every little noise is amplified, And every thought is deafening. For once there is a single focused thought (Though it is a river with many tributaries): Can I do this? Feeling like Moses… Moses says, “I can’t” God says, “You can.” Moses says, “I don’t want to.” God says, “I want you to.” Moses says, “Will you go with me?” God says, “Of course I will!” I trust, my Lord, the same goes for me.