Monday, February 1, 2021

Why fret I when the orders of the day are so simple? Arise, maintain my physical body, help others, fulfill duties.

I look at the path before me and fear what is around every turn. Frightened of tomorrow, I miss how easy is today. Frightened of the afternoon, I miss the beauty of the dawn.

Let me do your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,214)