Thursday, August 22, 2019

The day is always the same duration, yet my experience of it varies so. Some periods fly by, others drag.

I have been given wealth beyond imagining, yet I sing a song of woe and malaise.

Let me take all these treasures you have heaped upon me, this physical well-being, this love from family, this ease of body, this community of fellows – and pack its remembrance into this dull day.

Awaken me, Lord.

(Letter #1,685)