You are in me.

Let me act as if this is so.

Let gratitude course through my limbs, and peace breathe in and out of my chest.

The gnawing fears, cobwebs brushed away without thought.

Peace.

Thanks.

Love.

(Letter #2,394)

Lord, the earth is full of your beauty.

Lord, I am awake.

Lord, I will obey.

Lord.

Be with me.

(Letter #2,393)

I have walked through brambles and wasteland to come here, yet you have left me untouched.

So, too, has ecstasy descended upon me, yet my pace is moderate.

This simple path, strewn with rocks yet looping through alpine shade, stretches from yesterday into tomorrow.

Today comes a judge, and I blink with equanimity.

The world is not the world. Thank you for this path of trials and miracles.

They will be done.

(Letter #2,392)

My rooms are tidy and in my habits there are no gross derelictions.

Yet what of the dim corners? What resides in my secret heart?

Make me willing, Lord, that even my hidden parts may be turned to the sun.

Let sunshine heal me, Lord, all of me.

(Letter #2,391)