Thursday, October 22, 2020

When the mist clears, and the landscape is seen, how shall I react to what I see?

Will I wish for a more orderly and bountiful garden, for finer outbuildings? Will I see the crowds gathering and so feel menaced?

Lord, the clarity itself is your gift. I can see the path, its borders, the obstacles, the treasures.

Let me be useful to you and to my fellows, dear friend, with this new sight.

(Letter #2,112)