I am the sheep, herded towards pasture. I am the ox, willing to dig furrows. I am the deer, ears pricked for danger.
Lord, let me be useful to you today. Let me be no wolf nor lion, sowing fear and chaos among gentle neighbors.
I am the newborn, helpless and pink.
Make me balm on the land, dear Lord.
(Letter #2,108)
Daily Letters to God 