Thursday, April 1, 2021

Your light permeates the world, and yet I forever seek a torch.

You provide all I need for the day, and yet I worry at dawn where supper will be found.

You protect your children, yet I fear something as simple as walking out the door. I sit immobile and mulish.

My lips say Lord, Lord, yet my inner life denies you. Bring my heart, soul, and hands into alignment, Lord.

Let me live you.

(Letter #2,273)