myriad of secret thoughts

I’m not going to Japan.
So I re-read a poem my friend Mova once sent me via sms in the middle of the night.
I had a hunch it would be useful someday.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield but to my own’s strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand, in my failure...