I shout into the wind, and my voice is carried off into the woods.
Stepping through the crowd in the square, I murmur of your love for us, and one by one my fellows awake. Soon we are together, rapt at attention.
Is it the wind that has the power to silence, or your word which wakes?
(Letter #2,268)
Daily Letters to God 
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