It is you who see me most clearly, Lord. In a room of sleeping ones, you watch over us. You know our ways, each one’s sound as they breathe.
Now, under the sun, I walk with purpose. Do you not know me equally now, and love me the same as when you guarded my sleeping self?
O gratitude!
The wilderness, Lord, you keep it at bay even as I think myself the sentinel.
Let me hear your direction today.
(Letter #2,581)
Daily Letters to God 