This day is already perfect. Every detail laid out. Even the vague breeze is a miracle. Why do I think to try to improve it?

Lord, how shall I help in secret today? Let no spotlight fall upon me.

(Letter #2,213)

A victim of my own actions, I learned to control my impulsive behavior.

At the mercy of circumstance, I learned to respond maturely to the world.

Crushed by trial, I learned to accept what I could not overcome.

Bedeviled by chewing, spinning thoughts, let me learn to seek peace in you.

Order my thoughts, Lord, for I yet live under their lash.

(Letter #2,212)

Unclench the fist of my body, Lord, let my fraught worries drain from me. Under your sun, let me find a puddle where there once was ice.

Smooth my hair while I weep.

What magical day is this, that the sun shines even on the indolent? Your grace, Lord, I accept your grace.

(Letter #2,211)

I listen for your voice, day in and day out.

Lord, grant me now the words to say unto my fellows. I have been rescued. What am I to share of this experience?

(Letter #2,210)

When my woes and agitation lift, and calm descends, is this peace? Or is peace a visitor who can come and go?

Is peace the absence of trouble? Trouble the absence of peace?

Lord, this garden needs tending. Let my work be orderly, and fashion peaceful growth.

(Letter #2,209)

Where will you visit me? Here in the quiet hours? Or when I am busy, overwhelmed?

O Lord, let me be ready to pass along your grace. I do not appoint the hour of your arrival.

(Letter #2,208)

I scurry from job to job, even before my feet move. I am planning a furtive day, as if idleness is guilt.

Do you ask us to be dynamos, performing feats? Who treats their children thus?

Lord, let me sit by this quiet stream and see it for what it is.

(Letter #2,207)

I see no farther ahead then today’s nightfall. Were I to see into tomorrow, and achieve my desire, I would tremble at what awaits me.

How else to live, then, else as if I expire at day’s end?

Let me, Lord, run headlong into the wall. You will open the way and tomorrow I will be a baby reborn.

(Letter #2,206)

I am awake.

I am ready to do your will.

Let my path be straight today, Lord, let my steps be regular. Let me not distract myself.

Let me remain awake to you.

(Letter #2,205)

Let me see myself clearly, without illusion, as you do.

In my self-delusion, I see myself taller and finer than I truly am. In my shame, I see myself smaller and indeed misshapen.

Lord, let me gaze upon myself, my ordinary self, one among many.

I stand apart out of pride, and with no cause. Let me join my fellows.

(Letter #2,204)