Early dawn march, on the way to battle. Fear looms; victory or defeat await.
High cliffside path, exhilarating to the climber, perilous without attention.
There I sit, on a bench, in this meadow, peace all around. There is no battle, no cliff, no peril. It lives in my imagination.
Lord, thank you for this suddenly clear view.
(Letter #3,419)
Daily Letters to God 