Sunday, March 18, 2018

Dear God, I limit you so, in my conceptions and my prayers. You are the foundation of the world, yet I ask for such minute trivia. Relief from worry. Solace from anguish. What matter such feelings? They are transient even without your intercession, yet I cry out for relief as if the feelings themselves were real.

O Lord, let my prayers to you be worthy of the power you hold. Let me not seek petty, small gifts.

Fill me with love, let it radiate out to others, let it heal and bring warmth to all. Let it move mountains, let it grow forests.

Let my aims, dear Lord, be worthy.

(Letter #1163)