Tuesday, October 19, 2021

When the rain falls and comes the storm, you speak to me: go inside.

When there is a knock at the door and my fellows have come to visit, you speak to me: you are part of community.

When the skies are sunny and flowers bloom in the warmth, you speak to me: stretch your limbs and soak up healing.

You speak to me without words. Let me hear.

(Letter #2,474)