Wednesday, August 14, 2019

My world is filled with judges. The dawn comes and I fear their rulings: that I will be not enough, found wanting.

Lord, let me see these figures for the misty spirits that they are. Dark fantasies I contrive simply to quicken my own heart and knot my stomach.

Walk with me, hold my hand, place your arm around my shoulders. Make me, your child, understand how safe I am.

(Letter #1,677)