Day by day and year by year, I have become rooted into earth. The wind bends me but I remain.
Let the songbirds come and sit singing on my branches; let my neighbors find shelter underneath.
Let them build a swing upon me and laugh together, Lord. How better to pass the day than to listen?
Your sentry, unseen.
(Letter #2,345)
Daily Letters to God 
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