Tuesday, February 2, 2021

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)