Is it enough that I avoid wrongdoing?

Is it enough that I try to root out selfish intent?

Is it enough that I draw near to you, Lord?

Is it enough that I act rightly with others?

Is it enough that I carry news of the peace you bring?

How wide, Lord, must the ripples spread?

Am I doing enough?

(Letter #1,968)

I walk out into a smoking wood. Charred branches, blackened ground. The grass has burnt away. Aftermath.

The fires were hot, and quick, and all-consuming. Last night was a fever.

Walking in silence along familiar paths. Heavy heart. How to repair? Where to start?

O Lord, where have you gone?

A bud, emerging from a dry branch already. Another farther on. Another still.

Life returns, Lord. You are in the new growth. But were you not also in the blasted ground? Will I find treasure there, if only I look?

Help me to see you, in tragedy and birth alike.

(Letter #1,967)

I shall end the day with nothing left, for you will replenish me in rest. I will give away all I have.

I am new this morning and will be so tomorrow. Let my steps therefore be quick.

(Letter #1,966)

I am here to help others find you. Let me not direct them wrongly.

Approach, and you will draw near to us. This is all we need know.

(Letter #1,965)