My breath comes in gasps as I sit and consider the day’s trials. Will I be equal to my duties?
Lord, unspool the spring in my chest. Let me breathe easy, let the day wash over me.
Sit with me, hold my hand, comfort me, your child.
(Letter #2,594)
My breath comes in gasps as I sit and consider the day’s trials. Will I be equal to my duties?
Lord, unspool the spring in my chest. Let me breathe easy, let the day wash over me.
Sit with me, hold my hand, comfort me, your child.
(Letter #2,594)