Monday, October 7, 2019

Weary, weak, frightened – come to me and soothe my wounds, the ones that have not yet been made, the ones I fear are on the way.

Shine on me, warm my limbs. You know each weakness and fear, each source of regret and remorse. Under the pressing sunshine, let me discover health.

All these things I cannot do – step in for me, save me, be strong where I am weak.

(Letter #1,731)