This room. A hut, a cave, a den. I am with you, and nothing can intrude.
The path. A sidewalk, a road, a trail. You are with me, and nothing can destroy me.
Day upon day, my friend, you sit with me in the dark. How did I not notice that we rested upon a mountaintop?
There is nothing left, Lord, but to climb back down to rejoin my fellows, where I will yet be with you.
(Letter #2,222)
Daily Letters to God 