Monday, September 19, 2022

Shackled to the world, I rise with difficulty to begin the morn. The sun peers at me while I make ready. Such weight I carry through the day.

I hold onto these chains myself. I have taken on my own imprisonment.

Lord! Let me drop my burdens and walk free! Is this what you have been waiting for me to do?

I will have forgotten this difficult rising. Let me release my troubles.

The sun will beam, the birds sing, all while I walk free through meadows and along cool streams.

(Letter #2,479)