Sunday, March 7, 2021

How many treasures have you hidden for me to find today? How many have I missed in days past?

Surrounded by riches, I recognize none of it, searching high and low for worthless coins. I pick up pennies, leaving the rusted key to a palace on the ground.

Let me be awake to your gifts, Lord. Let me not misuse the day pawing through junk piles.

(Letter #2,248)