Sunday, May 5, 2019

Dear God, I awaken anticipating tomorrow. I walk through the morning blindly, with my eye on the horizon. Those specks I see in the distance – those sails may be friend or foe. Tomorrow may bring battle or love.

Today those sails will not reach me. Today the sun warms my skin, a neighbor greets me, leaves are unfurling. Let me not miss it, Lord.

Take my thoughts away from the invisible tomorrow with its distant visitors. The smell of fresh earth enters my nostrils, the ground presses up against the soles of my feet. Therein is enough.

(Letter #1,576)