Sunday, January 2, 2022

We stand by the well, a thirsty crowd has gathered. The last rains were long ago.

We will slake their thirst, you and me, one cup by one cup.

There is enough for all. There is unlimited supply.

Lord, your gifts are measured out to me one day by one day, steps along a journey. Let me see how long and joyous is the road.

(Letter #2,549)