Saturday, February 25, 2023

Does darkness battle light? Where does it go when the sun rises, does it bide its time in a distant lair?

Or is it merely absence, dispelled dispassionately by dawn, gone nowhere for it never existed?

Lord, these worries, when you grant me faith and providence, are they then gone like shadows, never having been?

Darkness does not thicken nor deepen nor strengthen. Light dispels as easily from a candle as from a sun. Let me laugh at my despondency, for it is made of rice paper and dried leaves.

You shine on me, Lord, let me give thanks.

(Letter #2,798)