Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Can I live this day without grasping?

Grasping for solace, grasping for relief, grasping for ease.

I pin my hopes on grace, on renewed resources, on intercession — what if these do not come as and when I wish?

The sun will rise on easy days and hard. Dawn comes.

Let me give thanks for dawn.

(Letter #3,967)