Thursday, June 3, 2021

Walking alone through arid lands, there is no conflict.

Exhausted after great effort, I easily sit still.

Drunk, my neighbors laugh together where before they fought.

Is this peace, Lord? Is your gift no more than the absence of battle and agita?

O my friend, grant me an affirmative peace, that it may be something I can pass on.

(Letter #2,336)