You know those days
when you feel like the dark-eyed junco that flew into your window
and knocked herself right down into the mud brownies
that some little blond girl left on the table.
You sit there for a while and rest.
You gain your strength.
Finally, you mount up on wings and fly.
And you keep on rejoicing.
"He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.30
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;31
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint."