Thursday, December 8, 2022

Shadows come and go, they gather and murmur.

I am in a crowd of ghosts.

You are here with me, Lord, yea, you sent them to me. I try to see through these phantoms into the world of substance, yet this world of illusion also has reality. They are each a soul to help, a soul to ease. They are each a form of you.

Let me be a friend, to them, to you.

Let the solid world wait.

(Letter #2,739)