Sunday, December 9, 2018

Dear God, let me be a small voice murmuring in the wind. Let me whisper to my fellows all that I have learned from you. Huddled here on this plain, we bend our heads to one another to hear, leaning in to what each we say.

Let me not shout my findings but speak low. Let me erase the self in me and try to be the we who acts on your will.

We huddle, we pray. O! Lord, let us hold hands and speak underneath the wind. We cannot hear, yet we hear.

The message, passed from servant to servant: all is well.

(Letter #1429)