Saturday, January 30, 2021

A victim of my own actions, I learned to control my impulsive behavior.

At the mercy of circumstance, I learned to respond maturely to the world.

Crushed by trial, I learned to accept what I could not overcome.

Bedeviled by chewing, spinning thoughts, let me learn to seek peace in you.

Order my thoughts, Lord, for I yet live under their lash.

(Letter #2,212)