Standing in this garden I remember:
What have I neglected?
Overnight the weeds grew, the wind upended arrangements.
Do I grumble at needed repairs, or can I enjoy their doing?
Let me feel each moment, Lord, and let worry drain away.
(Letter #3,789)
Daily Letters to God
Standing in this garden I remember:
What have I neglected?
Overnight the weeds grew, the wind upended arrangements.
Do I grumble at needed repairs, or can I enjoy their doing?
Let me feel each moment, Lord, and let worry drain away.
(Letter #3,789)