You are the one who hides tomorrow from me, the same one who brings today’s bright sunshine.
What you conceal is equally a gift as the heaps of treasure I see all around. Each day there is a new band in the path, past which I cannot see.
Will tomorrow bring collapse or rescue? My ignorance is your greatest grace.
I have food, water, and shelter, Lord, a repeated miracle.
Let me live this day in this day.
(Letter #2,080)
