When you can’t find the words to say, say the words that come to mind and worry about the outcome later — say what’s on your tongue and steer clear of the convenient silence. Delay nothing other than your reticence to enter the fray and seize tomorrow by the tail of today, and pray, and pray, awakening the God inside you and raise hell and high water and ride the wave and come what may and conjure up a world imagined during the lighter parts of your day, after the silent periods of dismay. When you can’t find the words to say, speak out and the words will come to you and the world will flutter and vibrate like fresh paint on a freshly animated canvas on a cool summer morning on a hot summer day.