Saturday, July 13, 2019

Throughout the day, in so many ways, I flee. I avoid minor obligations, I trace a path around the way so as to evade my fellows.

I say I seek solitude, and time to heal. Yet this amounts to escape.

Lord, let me not avoid this world. Here am I, let me love this ground beneath my feet. Wherever I may flee, there will I meet myself.

Be here with me, dear Lord.

(Letter #1,645)