What a fantasy world I inhabit. I equally imagine great deeds and treasure just around the corner, and enemies arrayed against me today.
All false. I have no enemy. Tomorrow holds no pot of gold. Today is as yesterday – I am daily a child receiving your messages.
Does the mother cruelly set challenges for their child? Does the father forever withhold reward? This is not the true nature of my days.
I have imagined my difficulties and triumphs. All along, as my loving parent, you protect and nurture me. Lord, let me see around me without illusion.