Friday, May 21, 2021

When I mean to rest, you deliver chores.

When I am consumed with industry, you strike me ill.

When I seek accolades, you hide me away out of sight.

Forced activity makes me strong. Forced rest gives me room to contemplate. Forced anonymity teaches me humility.

Your gifts are contrary; let me love them all the more that they are unexpected.

(Letter #2,323)