Thursday, June 23, 2022

Suspended, safe for now. Calamity below.

Do I dangle from a fraying thread? A chain with a weak link?

Do I rest in a net, with holes and gaps?

Or, Lord, have you woven a tapestry upon which I lie – threads crossing and supporting one another, safe, soft, shot through with beauty?

Open my eyes, Lord, to how safe I am and the beauty you surround me with.

(Letter #2,691)