Saturday, September 3, 2022

The world hums with energy and light. Even here, closeted at dawn, I feel it. Awakening upon awakening, set to cascade upon me.

At midmorn, occupied by chores and assailed by trial, will I remember this moment? Will I yet see the light between the objects of the world?

O, let me recall what I have seen, dear Lord. Let my eyes stay open.

Let me see. Let me share.

(Letter #2,733)