Saturday, November 6, 2021

They beckon me. I will wait.

The mob jeers. I will wait.

Friends call to me. I will wait.

Chores sit undone. I will wait.

I will wait here with you, Lord, while you smooth my hair and whisper into my ear. O, I am your child, your warrior. I carry your banner and you clothe me.

Later, such feats you will have me perform.

Now, here, I will wait. Build me, teach me, Lord.

(Letter #2,492)