This seat is where I try to hear you.
This path is the one I walk, to try to reach you.
This field is where I offer my labors to you.
This home, I give over to you.
All is solitary, Lord. The path leads away from the crowd and my rooms are shut tight. Never am I alone even while single.
I seek you, and you draw near to me. How could I deserve such grace?
(Letter #2,181)
Daily Letters to God 