I rise to the chores already set; I need no instructions to come with the dawn. I tends to my dwelling, my person, the grounds. These are things I do daily.
Where, then, do I learn of your will? In the small voice that corrects my attitude? In the upended cart that now needs repair and will alter my pattern?
Lord, even those things I do by rote, let me become awake to them.
(Letter #2,692)
Daily Letters to God 