Walking a razorback track, I fear the heights. I fix my attention on the drop to either side.
The more I fear, the more intently I look, and the nearer my feet drift to the edge.
In truth, this pathway is well marked and climbs only slowly. The way is easy if I attend to my walking.
You are showing me beauty, Lord, yet all I see is danger. Unblind me.
(Letter #2,215)
