Saturday, August 10, 2019

The creatures of the forest stir and make their rounds. I walk the borders of my home. What traces do I find of the night’s visitors? What needs now repair?

My own steps will later become traces for others to find. What will I place in disarray? What creature’s home will my feet destroy?

Let me walk lightly today, Lord. Let me not grumble at the traces of the night.

(Letter #1,673)