Sunday, June 6, 2021

At dawn under birdsong, I pray for what I need. In storms, I ask for shelter; when hungry, I seek nourishment.

How can I know what I need? My perspective is so narrow.

Do I need shelter, or better garments? Do I need food, or the awareness that comes of fasting?

O Lord, provide what I need, and grant me grateful acceptance.

(Letter #2,339)