Tuesday, December 6, 2022

If I am awake, Lord, I first must have slept. When did I fall into slumber? When precisely did I awaken?

I was one way, now I am another. Can I be satisfied with this passing of time, of states?

Impossible to say when night fell, when dawn became full. Let me walk now under sunshine, awake enough, glad enough to know I had been in slumber.

Now awake, let this day be the one I am in.

(Letter #2,737)