Saturday, December 14, 2019

I seek refuge and calm, away from the pressing day. But even the quiet park, in the middle of the village, will receive rain. Where then is my safety and quiet?

Lord, I carry your peace with me already. I need no oasis, no feather bed. My life shall itself be rest for my fellows. All who come, weary and frightened, let me welcome them with a smile.

Let me not seek, Lord, but rather give comfort. Let me be the oasis that is sought.

(Letter #1,799)