Tuesday, December 14, 2021

The day calls with its duties and obligations. I delay and cower out of fear and sloth.

My privilege is to polish the furniture and floors of your mansion, Lord. Wherefore this worry? Does the valet fear the garments they fold?

Draw me out and take my hand, Lord. Sing with me as I set to work, sweet companion. Bestir me out of my waiting place.

Hide I, no more. I serve you, Lord. Let me serve.

(Letter #2,530)