Thursday, August 26, 2021

I awaken to fresh trial — by noon you will have delivered me.

Where once there was shame and ignominy, now my neighbors shout praise.

The lack will be filled.

All this you promised and I did not believe. Yet you kept your covenant even as I sat idle.

How, now, shall I serve you, that I trust what you have said? My fellows will decide for themselves what to believe and what to scorn.

Is it enough, now, that I quietly tend my fields?

(Letter #2,420)