Friday, December 18, 2020

I tend a secret place, that began as a forgotten corner. Weed-choked, solitude its only asset.

Morning by morning, in gloomy dawn I have husbanded this spot, making it a place of welcome.

Lord, I draw near to you. You visit me here. Let us now make ready for others.

I shall leave small signs of invitation all around, for those who have eyes to see. Ones and twos may come.

Let me, Lord, await them with a knowing smile. You will visit us.

(Letter #2,169)