Saturday, October 30, 2021

I have dug a hole and into it put dead ambitions and yesterday’s opportunities. This morning I stand beside it, holding your hand, Lord, with no regret nor remorse at these losses.

Shall I now cover over the grave of yesterday and walk on new ground? Can I bear for my old self to disappear?

What moved me before now moves me not. What miracle is this?

I’ll walk on.

(Letter #2,485)