Monday, January 17, 2022

A thief in the night, sneaking in unseen and unheard, came this feeling of well-being.

Drip by drip, uncounted and unnoticed, these drops swelled the cistern and now there is water for all.

Lord, you healed me while my attention was elsewhere, the physician distracting the child.

Now well, now with plenty.

All will be healed, yet my neighbors wail on, in trance. How, then, shall I spread this joy?

(Letter #2,564)