Do I run a race? Is the finish near, if only I persist?
Am I to spread good news? Will others here, if only I will speak?
Am I to be a steward of your creation? Do I quietly polish the floors, equally all days?
Do I live and play as your child? Will your loving hand save me from calamity?
Let me discern who I am to be today, and act as you would have me.
Guide me in my ignorance, O Lord. So many paths appear before me.
(Letter #1,860)
