Friday, September 27, 2019

Fear grips me. Fear of tomorrow’s poor performance. Fear of today’s dull stretches. Fear of what lurks around the corner. Fear of sudden calamity, and slow decay.

O Lord, shall I ask for relief, courage, strength? With such polluted thoughts, my very prayers are wrong.

Let me become awake, sweet Lord. Let me see this world rightly, as it is and not as I fear it. Let my illusions dissipate, that i may see my fears are just mist.

(Letter #1,721)