When the rain falls and comes the storm, you speak to me: go inside.
When there is a knock at the door and my fellows have come to visit, you speak to me: you are part of community.
When the skies are sunny and flowers bloom in the warmth, you speak to me: stretch your limbs and soak up healing.
You speak to me without words. Let me hear.
(Letter #2,474)
Daily Letters to God 