Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Can I see as you see? See others, my circumstances, myself?

The days and moments tick by, time passing cures woe. The rushing river polishes rocks and makes even the rapids smooth.

I am beset by worry, Lord, yet let me wait and help my fellows – for the sun will rise, shine, and heal the land.

Let me pass the news.

(Letter #2,689)