My feet wind their way through darkness. I have seen this path and it is familiar. Now I imagine beasts crowding in, threatening. These fears I walk with, Lord, I know they are illusion. There are no beasts, and no darkness.
It is daylight. I need but open my eyes.
As I walk in self-imposed blindness, what of my fellows? Others walk with me – eyes more tightly closed, fears more looming. Let me lead one or two by the hand, let my singing voice guide others.
Lord, to be your walker, I will need to open my eyes. Make me willing.
(Letter #1,854)
