Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Something is coming. What will you visit upon me? Am I to face trial or reap reward?

Quickened breath, pounding heart. Such a dawn tumult. Let my stance be ready, let my face be welcoming.

Point my feet along the upward path, Lord. Walk with me, lest I run.

Grant me equanimity when the hour arrives.

(Letter #2,405)