Monday, April 15, 2019

Dear God, hiding behind my bunker, I worry for what the day will bring. Enemy forces gather. Dawn on the battlefield.

Where, Lord, has my reliance upon you fled? Just days before, I felt you glowing in my heart.

This place is not yet a scene of conflict. Flowers unfurl, mist hangs. Why must I see it through a dark lens? Open my eyes to the reality around me. Everywhere I look, one sun shines on all. You favor no creature.

Snap me out of my fear-trance, Lord – and let me go on to awaken fellow and rival alike.

(Letter #1,556)