Monday, October 31, 2022

Rooted in earth, I stand while winds howl. Your quiet voice arrives, blown to me by the wind.

Am I listening, Lord? If I do not hear, is the fault with my own ears?

There is much to do and little time.

Grant me a quiet heart and a slow pace, Lord. Open up space for me to listen for you.

Thy will be done this day.

(Letter #2,701)