[Preface] I am not a poet; I am a pilgrim.

My heart cries out, but I am not afraid, discouraged, panicked, forgotten, alone, dismayed or doubtful because in the din of a million voices from every place, in every situation, youg and old crying day and night in weakness, in alienation, in fear, and in distress, you are not overwhelmed, you are not distraced, you are not disgusted, you are not discouraged, you are not exhausted.