Sunday, June 21, 2020

One day is all I can live through; now is all I have. Yet widen my sight, Lord, lest I become frantic at the ticking clock.

I do not live in it, but there will be a tomorrow. This work on my bench, it will still need attending to anon.

Let me first do what is needful, and calmly. Thy will be done.

(Letter #1,989)