Thursday, November 15, 2018

Dear God, in this little knot of family and fellows surrounding me, let me see the outlines of your face. In the coincidence that works in favor of someone I love, let me see the shadow of your hand. In the words spoken to me that remind me of my purpose or correct my wrong thinking, let me hear the echo of your voice.

Lord, you are here with me everywhere. Let me allow myself to recognize this. Let me point it out to my fellows that they, too, may see your face — so close that your breath may be felt on the nape of our necks.

(Letter #1405)