Dear God, this small corner in which I sit is swept and tidy. Here in this closet is where I seek you.
Soon enough I must leave to roam the days’s world. You send me walking here, there, carrying burdens and delivering messages. The paths are unruly, winds blow, other voices chatter at me.
Inside me, as I walk, I recall the sweet order of my secret room where I live apart with you. O to return, but alone is no way to live. You have made me to be one among fellows, no hermit.
Sweet Lord, I will be back to you in tranquility soon enough. Now it is time to turn my face to the wind.
Thy will be done today.