Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Is my life such tragedy that a poet should write of it?

I live, Lord, with restriction. Even on the dullest days, trouble visits. Obligations remain.

My dearest and best friend, I am ordinary. No epic hero nor tragic figure. Let me quietly labor today, following your direction.

Let me carry the message, your message, of peace to all who hear my voice.

(Letter #1,900)