Saturday, September 10, 2022

If you are with me unto the end of my days, then surely you are with me now. Today, you are with me.

Let me see you in the glint of light on a pond, in the rustle of leaves as a goldfinch hops from a branch.

Let the sun warm the nape of my neck in my hours of labor.

Be with me today, Lord.

(Letter #2,740)