Friday, December 6, 2019

I have come to feel you are a friend, bit by bit through daily prayer. Now these times apart with you are routine. Have I lost you? The thrill of recognizing your presence has been covered over in rote habit.

This daily practice, let it become new. Let me become new.

Miracles unfold around me. What matter if they did so yesterday and will tomorrow? Snap me out of this trance, let me feel the tingling air on my skin.

(Letter #1,791)