You require no confession. I have no secrets from you. Even my innermost heart is an open book to you.

You shower me with all I need, with riches, nonetheless.

Lord, let me attend not to my prayers but to my listening and seeing. Let me recognize how you are already answering yet-unmade prayers.

(Letter #2,109)

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)

Your power flows through the trees, the air, the world, my hands.

I sought you and you came here to me.

This is good news to share. Empower my words as you do the elements.

(Letter #2,107)

Pacing, a lion in a cage, I am my own jailer. I hoard wealth and dare not spend a cent.

I pace myself, while the world’s needs sprint by.

Lord, let me be useful today, reserving nothing. Tomorrow will be met with its own supply.

(Letter #2,106)