Saturday, January 16, 2021

Let me participate in these prayers I mouth to you.

Let these pleas live within my heart. Let me do more than recite from a script.

I have collapsed in a heap. I cry out for help: a true prayer.

I cower behind a barricade. I beg for rescue: a true prayer.

Let me find no pride in piety, Lord. You are the rescuer and lighthouse, not the jailer. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2.198)