Saturday, January 5, 2019

Dear God, even in these early hours, they come to me. I am awake, Lord, let me not wait to spread your love. I closet myself to prepare for the day, and you send the day to find me, to bestir me. What do these friends seek? Kind words, a soothing gaze.

Let me act with fondness, dear Lord. Every resource I have, let me pass it on. Let me be a clear stream from which my sisters and brothers may drink.

Let me hold nothing back: you will replenish me anon. Others need this water more than do I. Let me flow.

(Letter #1456)