Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Weary, wounded, I waited by the seaside for the healing sun.

My injury repaired, my strength restored. Then my hunger lifted. Then resentment left. Energy coursed through me. My heart glowed with supply and love.

O tragedy, to have settled for simple health. You have made a dynamo.

I set out from that place to share the good news.

(Letter #2,314)