Tuesday, September 28, 2021

If I hide here, behind this tree, will I be seen? Can I thus avoid my duties?

I am a bug on a plate, visible to all.

The light shining down is no searchlight, nor stage light. It is glorious sun, warming and quickening all it touches.

You, architect of my life, have created this day to be one full of wonder and amazement.

Let me walk in fascination, as I do your will today.

(Letter #2,453)