Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Birds call as the sun rises. They stop. Where have they gone, Lord? Does another need to hear their call?

The day is unfolding like a growing thing. How will it grow, Lord? What care will it require?

Storms approach, the air is heavy with it. When will the rains come, Lord? How shall I prepare?

Let me see you in the daily things, Lord. You are here with me.

(Letter #1,977)