Saturday, May 27, 2023

I go from spot to spot. Am I seeking you, or are you driving me toward society?

The seed pushes down roots as it also pushes up a flower into the air. When I see the flower, do I also love what is unseen?

Days alone, in solitude. Invisible work, seen only by you, Lord. Let my life flower due to strong roots.

(Letter #2,888)