Saturday, September 26, 2020

Am I in trance?

Flowers bloom. Seething, I rehearse harsh words with people I am not now with.

The wind blows. My shelter is secure and warm. Fearful, I picture it collapsing.

Fellows greet me. I am loved. Despairing, I see myself alone and frightened.

I argue and battle with ghosts.

Lord, let me see what is happening under my nose. Awaken me from this dream. Let me see your world clearly.

(Letter #2,086)