Wednesday, December 30, 2020

This seat is where I try to hear you.

This path is the one I walk, to try to reach you.

This field is where I offer my labors to you.

This home, I give over to you.

All is solitary, Lord. The path leads away from the crowd and my rooms are shut tight. Never am I alone even while single.

I seek you, and you draw near to me. How could I deserve such grace?

(Letter #2,181)