A tangled knot of yarn do I untie. I work with such care, all I see is what is in my hands.
Yet I sit in a room, with a window, in a handsome dwelling, by an alpine meadow, with dawn breaking through in glorious fashion.
I look up and lo! Awareness and beauty.
What depends upon this painstaking, small task? Shall I drop it and drink in the lakeside?
What else shall I drop, Lord?
(Letter #3,439)
Daily Letters to God 