Birds call as the sun rises. They stop. Where have they gone, Lord? Does another need to hear their call?
The day is unfolding like a growing thing. How will it grow, Lord? What care will it require?
Storms approach, the air is heavy with it. When will the rains come, Lord? How shall I prepare?
Let me see you in the daily things, Lord. You are here with me.
(Letter #1,977)
