Saturday, November 4, 2017

Dear God, let me slowly walk, aware at every step of your presence. It is not that you are near to me or far, changeably: it is a matter of my awareness that you are present at all times. The more agitated my internal state, the farther away you seem from me. But in truth it is I who is far, distracted by my self-absorbed fretfulness.

Lord, sweet Lord, let me slow down. Let me take all the time in the world as I move, task by task, through this world. Let me focus my awareness, with each movement, on the fact of your underlying love. This great fact.

God, let me thank you for this slowly building, inexorable joy.

(Letter #1039)