I live apart with you.

When we are alone together, so many visions. May they persist, that I may see them through the dust of the day.

When I reenter the world, and encounter society, let me do your will.

(Letter #2,351)

Stacked wood has been knocked over in the night. Debris is spread here and there.

Upturned lawn chairs will not disturb my heart, O Lord. The ground is solid, the grass grows, the sun shines.

Let me see through what used to vex me, dear Friend.

(Letter #2,350)

The day is early; I hear birdsong. Is it already too late to seek you? Woe cascades upon woe in my thoughts and I scarcely noticed the scent of the earth.

Try as I might, as a race to be the dawn, I cannot outrun these vexations.

Could it be that the way to peace is to quit running?

Let me unclench my jaw, Lord, and let me start now.

(Letter #2,349)

O to feel led. Let it be so.

I am blind, adrift, crushed by self-reliance.

Pull me along your way, Lord.

(Letter #2,348)