Saturday, February 19, 2022

How long the night. I hold on, and finally rises the sun. Was it in doubt?

How long the winter. Frozen ground and dwindling stores, yet finally comes the spring and thaw. Did I think the freeze was forever?

Bitter endurance. At the end of such waiting, I look for some way to hurry dawn and spring, yet they come when they come.

It is nearly sunrise, Lord. Hold my hand and smooth my hair. The last moment is the hardest yet it passes like the one before.

O dawn!

(Letter #2,597)