Letter 4553

On a journey, I awaken by an alpine lake. Water lapping gently at a gravel shore.
I was here before, and will be again. It is a favorite waypoint.
Is it the soothing water that draws me? The mist over the lake?
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Or is it simply the altitude? Up here, a day’s journey toward the peaks, I feel closer to you, Lord.
Must I know why? Let me take pleasure in this moment of peace.
Consider:
Can I be grateful for peace without trying to understand it?
Reading:
❖ “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, / There is a rapture on the lonely shore,” — Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
❖ “He may well be loved, but not thought. By love may He be gotten and holden; but by thought never.” — Anonymous, The Cloud of Unknowing
❖ “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 4:7 (KJV)
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~B.R.



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