Thursday, December 10, 2020

Yesterday, and the day before, fear gripped me.

Today I sit before you, untroubled.

Driven by fear, I moved mountains. Now I am still, and bear few burdens.

Let me breathe quietly here, and feel my cushion beneath me.

Tomorrow you may move me to more feats, goaded by fear or exuberance.

All is your will, Lord, both peace and conflict.

(Letter #2,161)