I arose before dawn and came down to this lakeshore. All is quiet, dew hangs, small creatures make bold to investigate my presence.

Here in the quiet, I can be still.

In bright day, later will be chaos. Chores, conflict, tumult. Voices and crowds.

Can I be still then? Will I know if I am?

Let me bring this lakeshore with me through the day, Lord.

(Letter #2,617)

I look at the world through sheets of gauze – dim shapes, soft light.

Through a rainy pane, even gathered enemies appear as a parade, bright smudges.

Blind, I believe myself to see clearly. Lord, lift the bandages, dry the window. The sunlight brings more beauty than I could imagine.

Let light shine, I can see!

(Letter #2,616)

You are with me, Lord. Who, then, could be against?

You bring love and joy into being. Why, then, is there a gloom on the land?

A happy warrior, Lord. Let me be a happy warrior.

(Letter #2,615)

The sun will rise and it will set. I cannot change it. Let me live your day joyfully.

I surrender. Build with me what you will. Let me be your love in this world.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,614)