Thursday, February 13, 2020

Do I run a race? Is the finish near, if only I persist?

Am I to spread good news? Will others here, if only I will speak?

Am I to be a steward of your creation? Do I quietly polish the floors, equally all days?

Do I live and play as your child? Will your loving hand save me from calamity?

Let me discern who I am to be today, and act as you would have me.

Guide me in my ignorance, O Lord. So many paths appear before me.

(Letter #1,860)