The creatures of the forest stir and make their rounds. I walk the borders of my home. What traces do I find of the night’s visitors? What needs now repair?
My own steps will later become traces for others to find. What will I place in disarray? What creature’s home will my feet destroy?
Let me walk lightly today, Lord. Let me not grumble at the traces of the night.
(Letter #1,673)
Daily Letters to God 
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