Let me gladly stand at the back of the crowd, last in line. My portion will come, Lord, you will see to it.

O! Grant me a better faith.

(Letter #1,903)

Yet in seclusion, fear grips me. Of what does it consist? Worry I may be driven out of idleness, worry that others may judge me.

Lord, let me trust you. While I stand still, you bring me supply and treasure. Let me see it even in these dim conditions.

(Letter #1,902)

Amidst calamity, how can I see that all is well?

Enter my thoughts, Lord, and change my heart. Grant me gratitude even in the face of these tragedies.

Turn my mind to helping others and spreading your love. In my sorrow, let me be not a miser.

(Letter #1,901)

Is my life such tragedy that a poet should write of it?

I live, Lord, with restriction. Even on the dullest days, trouble visits. Obligations remain.

My dearest and best friend, I am ordinary. No epic hero nor tragic figure. Let me quietly labor today, following your direction.

Let me carry the message, your message, of peace to all who hear my voice.

(Letter #1,900)