Monday, May 16, 2022

This day, this moment, this life – can I make of them a prayer? Can I pray unceasing, incessant?

If I lay my hopes, my worries, my woes, my errors at your feet, might I feel your sunshine warming my spirit and body?

I live in an age of miracles and war. When healing comes, will I have prayed enough?

So far from you, yet you are so close to me.

Let me feel you, Lord.

(Letter #2,653)