Tuesday, March 23, 2021

These scores who gather in the square, just outside my door, for whom do they wait?

What fears and terrors, Lord, are in these several hearts? I know the way to a nearby meadow, but few will budge.

Here we will rest, on a safe and sunlit lawn. Let me pass cheer through the crowd, that the terrified may unclench their jaws.

The meadow will wait until tomorrow. Let me heal with love today.

(Letter #2,264)