Tuesday, February 22, 2022

From the cliff, windswept, watch I the battle between Titans. You put on a show, Lord: the crashing seas become foam, yet it is only decades hence that the rocks will crumble.

Your forces are arrayed to love the world; I need but wave my hand and the waves will crash against stony hearts.

Let the winds and show not distract me, Lord. There is plenty of work to be done.

I am no commander but the one who carries water for the wounded.

(Letter #2,570)