Thursday, December 30, 2021

By the river bank, my brothers and sisters are building a pier. None ask, but I will help move rocks into place.

In the alleys, a hungry family. I will leave food where they might find it.

Lord, hide my name from memory, make me anonymous, that they may see your hand in the world.

Grant me contentment, Lord, that I do your will even in secret.

(Letter #2,546)