(with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) How do I move forward? Let me count the ways. I move when first I name the thing I fear, And cease to wait until the road seems clear, Or certainty illuminates my days. I move by questioning the old delays, The whispered doubts I once allowed too near; By choosing one small step, then persevering here, And trusting action more than perfect ways. I move when purpose calls me from my chair, When those I might yet serve outweigh my doubt, When "someday" yields to "now," and I begin. No map need show me everywhere or where The winding road may ultimately come out; I move by moving. That is how I win. — Stephen B. Henry