Thursday, February 10, 2022

Feet, legs, hands, back, heart, eyes, mind.

Passing showers, here then gone. Sun on the plain.

I was mending a garden fence when you reached down from the skies and plucked me up, set me down upon this high tabletop with its storms and views.

Blinking at the wind rising from the valley, all of my parts are humming together. You have made me for this time. O! The joy at fulfilling my function.

Let me be what you have made, Lord.

(Letter #2,588)