Sunday, April 10, 2022

I arose before dawn and came down to this lakeshore. All is quiet, dew hangs, small creatures make bold to investigate my presence.

Here in the quiet, I can be still.

In bright day, later will be chaos. Chores, conflict, tumult. Voices and crowds.

Can I be still then? Will I know if I am?

Let me bring this lakeshore with me through the day, Lord.

(Letter #2,617)