Friday, February 4, 2022

Do I dangle on a thread over coals? Do I walk a tightrope above rapids?

I enjoy a thumping heart, so seek I to feel imperiled.

A child, I climb trees on a sunny day, I row along a calm river.

Let me see the truth, Lord, of how shallow is the canal. I could walk where I now strain at the oar.

You smile on me, Lord, let me see it.

(Letter #2,582)