Monday, December 14, 2020

You inhabit the smallest places, the most ordinary beings. You are the fox, the mule, the cricket.

If I sit still, the creatures may come to me. You may come to me. I am stretching out my hand, straining my ears. I am whispering into the gloomy dawn.

Will you visit me? Will I recognize you?

I am one among your creatures, Lord. Someone else sits still, listening. Would you have me visit them?

(Letter #2,165)