You have drawn me with loving kindness, Lord. Have you not, too, drawn the rest of the world the same? Why, then, do I expect such onslaught? Why make ready for war?
Walking the shore, let me look for signs of love and support. Driftwood to burn. A level spot to sleep. An overflowing net.
The day may well end in peace. Let me look forward to it.
(Letter #4069)