If you are love, Lord, then love is you.

Let me offer love to my brothers, my sisters, my neighbors, my enemies, strangers.

Under your sunshine, surely we will be healed, dear Lord.

I will be love today.

(Letter #2,625)

Let me be no exotic flower, growing in a hothouse under elaborate care.

Let me be a stalk of wheat, that I may become bread to feed the ones building a school.

Let me be the oak under whose shade a new awakening is found.

If I am to be a flower, Lord, let me be one of the wild ones that grow along the highway at the exit to your home.

Let me be one of the ordinary, soaking in your warmth that I may cheer others.

(Letter #2,624)

Just these hours to live one full day. The sun is shining and the skies are clear.

The river flows by, meandering to meet its larger brethren, and then to the sea, where it will not be refused.

Neither will you turn away your children.

Grant me a slowed pace today, Lord.

(Letter #2,623)

Let me rid myself of self.

If the way is stony, it is so later pathways may appear smooth.

If my burdens weigh me down, it is so that later I may bear heavier weights with ease.

I am a hunk of wood, fearing the saw and grit which will render beauty.

Build and polish me, Lord.

(Letter #2,622)