You inhabit the smallest places, the most ordinary beings. You are the fox, the mule, the cricket.
If I sit still, the creatures may come to me. You may come to me. I am stretching out my hand, straining my ears. I am whispering into the gloomy dawn.
Will you visit me? Will I recognize you?
I am one among your creatures, Lord. Someone else sits still, listening. Would you have me visit them?
(Letter #2,165)
