Saturday, March 6, 2021

I am trying to draw near to you, slowly and meekly.

Let me ask to know your will, without expectation of answer.

Let me ask for intercession, without demand of rescue.

Let me be placed where I may help another, just a link in a chain, the same as the one on either side.

I sit in a drawer, ready for use. Let me grow not dull.

(Letter #2,247)