Thursday, November 24, 2022

Heaps of treasure in an empty room. How did they grow so big?

The cistern is full of cool water. How did it fill so?

The oak, towering and strong. Not so long ago, a shoot.

Lord of small miracles, let this day contain some of them. Let me do small things. Drop by drop, coin by coin, let your treasures grow.

(Letter #2,725)