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)
Daily Letters to God 