Monday, January 9, 2023

Am I caught in a struggle between mountain and sea? Is it a question, even, which will win?

The mountain stands tall and strong; eventually it will crumble or be worn into the sea.

Walking a winding, stony path, shall I remember that even these high peaks are here for a moment?

Your providence, Lord, is with me whether I wander, or labor, or rest. Walking, or fishing. Grant me equanimity whether my way be high or along flat lands.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,771)