Sunday, July 17, 2022

Behind this hedge, protected from winds and out of sight, the sun warms me.

Safety, respite, peace.

From my hiding place, I peek through the bushes – chaos and woe await. Maelstrom.

While I am here with you, Lord, safe, let me seek your face. By the time I rise, the winds will be gone.


(Letter #2,685)