Dear God, every moment is the same, always now, with its own yesterday and tomorrow – and yet I approach one differently then another. What changes is what I bring into each. The load I carry one day is heavier than that of another.
Today, Lord, my dreary burden weighs. Let me find you nonetheless in this gray dawn. You are hiding behind the bushes I will later trim, underneath the carpet I am to sweep.
Let me see you here with me, let my heart quicken.
(Letter #1,629)
