Friday, September 23, 2022

Let no words pass between us, Lord, as I turn to you in my weakness. Let me make no demonstration nor ritual of my simple plea.

The words, the acts, the discipline — burn away the self-pride that infuses it all.

If I simply turn my face to you, Lord, will you shine upon it? Will you turn toward me as well?

The silence of love is thick and all around. Let me grasp it.

(Letter #2,843)