Wednesday, September 21, 2022

After calamity and storm, in the sudden silence of a land laid waste — your small voice whispers to me.

Come to me and all will be well, you say.

Seek me and you will see all is already well, you say.

O Lord! Let me discern the small miracle of your voice calling to me. The storm was just to make the world ready to hear.

I am ready to hear, Lord.

(Letter #2,481)