Thursday, June 11, 2020

What amends do I owe this world? Which fellows, which neighbors have been hurt? Of what harms do I remain unaware?

If I am to be your beacon, your instrument, let me then be love. Let me carry love.

Lord, guide my actions and words toward healing. Even where I have not meant ogfense, let me soothe open wounds.

(Letter #1,979)