Sunday, October 18, 2020

I am the sheep, herded towards pasture. I am the ox, willing to dig furrows. I am the deer, ears pricked for danger.

Lord, let me be useful to you today. Let me be no wolf nor lion, sowing fear and chaos among gentle neighbors.

I am the newborn, helpless and pink.

Make me balm on the land, dear Lord.

(Letter #2,108)