Thursday, November 25, 2021

Knock. Enter.

Who knocks? Who enters?

Must I draw near to you, for you to come to me? Or, sitting in my chamber, might I hear you at the door, a surprise in my reverie?

Do you wait for an invitation? An entreaty?

O Lord, you burst in upon me without warning! Today is bright sun on a clear plain.

Lord, I give thanks for all these paths to you.

(Letter #2,511)