Morning mist.
Yesterday the storm swept through. Today there is no memory.
Must I recall my woes to appreciate the day?
An unclenched fist, an unclenched jaw, an unclenched heart.
Clear sky.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,937)
Daily Letters to God
Daily Letters to God
Morning mist.
Yesterday the storm swept through. Today there is no memory.
Must I recall my woes to appreciate the day?
An unclenched fist, an unclenched jaw, an unclenched heart.
Clear sky.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,937)