Monday, February 21, 2022

Walking a narrow track over uneven ground, sun shines from behind me, warming my back and neck.

You are the sun, O Lord.

The shadow that darkens the way and hides the roots over which I stumble – the shadow is made by me. I darken my own way. Why do I walk in this direction?

Shine higher in the sky, Lord, or let me turn myself to walk toward you.

Let my ways be your ways.

(Letter #2,569)