Sunday, February 11, 2024

On what do I rely?

Solid ground underfoot. Light in the morn. A path to walk.

A lone candle before dawn. The thick dark does not extinguish nor diminish it. Can I depend on this light?

I ask and ask, only to learn I already have what I need. You are already with me.

On what, then, shall I rely?

Grace showered upon me.

(Letter #3,425)