Dear God, small and simple dwellings, one next to the other. As the sun rises, we stir and begin our days. I live by my neighbor yet I imagine my life to be wholly my own. Those I meet along the way: how can I know they do not harbor the same fears and fantasies trickling through their own thoughts? Are we not more alike than different?
And yet I think myself a solitary walker. Along the way I may meet an obstacle. If I wait, more walkers will arrive and we will move it together.
Lord, I called out to you for help and you sent it in the form of my fellows. Let me see you in them. Let them see you in me.