Saturday, April 25, 2020

That which I fear, I will soon enough welcome.

That which vexes me, will soon enough make me smile.

That which I wish to conquer, will soon enough overcome me.

I am shackled to this misshapen self.

Lord, let me become open to all these transformations. Let them wash over me, now, today, this moment.

Why wait to abandon fear and resentment? Swallow me in love, let me become it.

(Letter #1,932)