Friday, May 22, 2020

At dawn, in the dark, I worry over the coming day and I beg for solace. You soothe me, and I cling to it as a life raft.

Yet now is not when I need you. No winds buffet, no arrows land. It is just me and my worry.

It is in the heat of the day that I will need your aid. When the battle mounts, the flood invades, the buildings collapse. Lord, send me strength to do your will when all is chaos.

But now, in my quiet worry, let me learn acceptance. It is all I need now.

(Letter #1,959)