Sunday, November 22, 2020

I will set off walking with no pack and no cloak. You will provide.

I will speak to the crowds with no notes. Your words will come.

I will jump into the river still clothed. You will give me buoyancy to rescue the drowning ones.

How dare I scratch for meager portions?

O! Let me marvel at all the ways you guide and protect me.

Thy will is being done already.

(Letter #2,143)