Saturday, April 4, 2020

I awaken and shuffle from one end of my dwelling to another. I sit on my cushion and await your visit.

Self-satisfied, I reflect on the tidy corners and surfaces of my rooms. Where is the virtue in this placid life?

O my Lord, let me disturb myself. Let me rise and help others to find you.

I have been tested and felt complete deflation in my life. Let others know this message of healing.

(Letter #1,911)