I tend a secret place, that began as a forgotten corner. Weed-choked, solitude its only asset.
Morning by morning, in gloomy dawn I have husbanded this spot, making it a place of welcome.
Lord, I draw near to you. You visit me here. Let us now make ready for others.
I shall leave small signs of invitation all around, for those who have eyes to see. Ones and twos may come.
Let me, Lord, await them with a knowing smile. You will visit us.
(Letter #2,169)
