Friday, February 26, 2021

A dark and gloomy dawn I have greeted for too many days.

A sack of woe I have dragged for too long.

What if I already have the ease for which I pine?

I plod along, in rags and carrying a bucket. Light the lamps, open my eyes to the heaps of treasure through which I have shuffled day upon day.

Peace and joy were on offer all along, Lord. Today, let me notice the ways in which all is well.

(Letter #2,239)