Saturday, April 17, 2021

What am I, Lord?

Do I hold aloft the lantern, that my fellows may see a beacon, that it may light the dark corners?

Or am I the torch, on fire with your love?

Am I the suitor, seeking you, seeking you all along the plains and hillsides?

Or am I the pursued, with you my sweet friend, galloping to rescue me from dangers of which I am yet unaware?

You make me all these things, Lord. Let me live into this day with joy.

(Letter #2,289)