Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Dear God, my thoughts roam so far. I seek distractions. Like an aimless bird, my attention hops branch to branch. This world I inhabit falls away and my consciousness is far from the present.

Lord, let me become willing to allow this furtive mind to be bridled. Tether me to this moment, it is all I have.

My attention darts to imaginary treasures and dreamy worries. But yank me back here and now. Let my eyes see what is before me. Let my ears hear.

You bless me, Lord, with the capacity to think, and I misuse it, escaping into fantasy. Drive a stake into the ground, tie me up, lest I stray and lose myself.

(Letter #1487)