Sunday, March 17, 2019

Dear God, if I stand still, I can hear the forest grow around me. The new leaves unfurl, new shoots press aside the soil to see light. I am one of many still growing.

What a miracle it is to look the world in the eye with equanimity!

Only yesterday, I blinked and looked away. Today my feet root into the ground and my face is mild. The wind blows my hair yet I do not turn my head.

O sweet Lord, let my roots grow stronger as the wind builds. You strengthened me yesterday for today’s storm.

(Letter #1,527)