Your power flows like a current through my limbs, my belly, my hands. I vibrate with light and love, on fire.

Lord! I walk is a giant among tiny playthings, these objects that used to trouble me so.

My fellows, I have found the switch. We all may turn on the lights ourselves.

(Letter #1,765)

Morning looms around me. The growing light of dawn will take its place.

The darkness holds no power; the smallest hint of light will send it fleeing.

Let me be a candle today.

(Letter #1,764)

What troubled me yesterday? I cannot recall. Today’s worries, too, will burn away like fog soon enough.

Let me, then, walk steady along this familiar path. Let the things I encounter have depth and weight. Let those I meet speak truth, and let me hear it. Let me speak plain to them.

Lord, let me stand apart from and above my sentiments.

(Letter #1763)

Am I a reservoir, that must be filled before quenching the land? Must the world wait for your power to pass through me?

I am the ditch, Lord, through which water flows. You are the mighty river. I do not wait to receive power, I simply need to remove the stones and debris that block it.

Let me not hold back anything. I never lacked, and more will come. I am a canal, a water pipe, a power line. Let power, your current, flow through me.

(Letter #1,762)