Dear God, in the gloom of dawn, like a forest creature, I make my rounds. How go my fellows? Who has visited in the night? We set our dwellings in order to prepare for the day.
Lord, it is in quiet times such as this that I may take note of the small needs of those around me. A gait has changed. A smile comes with a grimace. Let me have concern for my brothers and sisters. Let me not retire into my den, and curl in upon myself, but instead tend to others’ needs.
I am well; let me spread strength to those who falter. Soon enough, I may lean on them.
Lord, we are your people. Let us look to you.
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