Sunday, December 18, 2022

Walk through the forest, leave the path, ford the creek. Here in this hollow, let me husband a small oasis of shade and rest. Let me build my home here.

Travelers, let them happen upon my dwelling one by one. Some stay, share the joy of having found and having been rescued.

A fire at night for warmth. Smell the burning wood, hear the joyful song.

Rest, under a blanket of trust. Starry night. You are with us, Lord.

Have we found one another, or have you found us?

(Letter #2,749)