Friday, August 23, 2019

Few come by my dwelling. I rest single through much of the day.

Let me venture into the village and circulate among my fellows, dear Lord.

I may feel alone but there exists a community around me nonetheless. Let me act a citizen today.

(Letter #1,686)

Thursday, August 22, 2019

The day is always the same duration, yet my experience of it varies so. Some periods fly by, others drag.

I have been given wealth beyond imagining, yet I sing a song of woe and malaise.

Let me take all these treasures you have heaped upon me, this physical well-being, this love from family, this ease of body, this community of fellows – and pack its remembrance into this dull day.

Awaken me, Lord.

(Letter #1,685)

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Grant me nearness to you. I am so far and my day so dull. I greet a gray dawn.

Make me attentive to my tasks, the ones you have set me. Let each draw me into your grip, Lord.

I will find you, sweet friend, in the midst of this labor.

(Letter #1,684)

Monday, August 19, 2019

Storms blow through my mind. My thoughts arrive with punch and drama, cloudbursts. Lord, I know they will blow over.

In the grip of this devilish trance, grant me breath and calm. Let me wait it out.

(Letter #1,682)