Thursday, October 1, 2020

In the shed is a ladder and a saw. I do not beg when I take them to prune.

The wood pile has the logs needed warmth. I do not approach it on my knees with eyes downcast.

Lord, you supply the world. Let me not plead for what you give freely.

Let my gratitude show in what I pass on to my fellows.

(Letter #2,091)