Saturday, January 7, 2023

Silence.

Hidden riches.

Dawn breaks and a crack of light shines under the door. Morning creatures stir.

Into this open space, let gratitude creep, drip by drip. Let fill the cup. Let calm the heart.

Even with frost in the air, the seeds you planted emerge and small buds poise to unfurl. I was a frightened rabbit, a watchful deer. Now breathe and walk I with purpose.

The world is about to bloom, Lord, let me make ready to celebrate.

(Letter #2,769)