Sunday, December 19, 2021

I jump to catch the birds, run after the deer, grab for the fish.

Your kingdom, Lord, just out of my reach. I am a marvel of effort yet the starling remains beyond me.

Sit with me, lean towards me while I lean towards you. Who knocks and who opens?

While we debate, the creatures visit and tarry.

Distract me from my grasping, Lord.

(Letter #2,535)