Saturday, March 18, 2023

O the power coursing through the land! Trees with buds, unfurling shoots. Barely there, yet already there.

Day upon day through winter limbs have I walked. Once-hidden meadows for all to see, dormant and brown grasses around the ankles of bare trees.

New life has arrived without my effort. What, then, has my winter of persistence brought?

Consecutive days of peace, stretching backwards and forwards. There is no past and the future never comes — and yet still it is persistence that grows today’s joy.

On this walk, Lord, today’s walk, let me breathe in the last winter air, and breathe out spring.

(Letter #2,819)