I seek and search for you, a wanderer, lost in wilderness.

I look for you in the glory of the dawn, in the quiet beauty of charity, in the healing of broken souls.

All my seeking in vain, for: you are in me.

You are in me, Lord, let me thus stop my wandering and searching.

It is over. It never was. You are in me.

(Letter #2,699)

The world vibrates with your beauty.

My bones groan under the weight of my very flesh.

The sky lights up, and new worlds pour through the crack.

The wind and rain blind me.

O cataclysm, Lord, and terrifying beauty! How did I miss this?

Make me equal to my task, Lord.

(Letter #2,698)

The world is not the world.

My life is not my own.

Lord, let me live expectant, passing the good news that all is well. Let me live as a steward, holding all in trust.

Unimagined wealth, is this feeling of ease. Let it bloom from me.

(Letter #2,697)

You would heal me, yet I resist. Sunlight would disinfect, wind would sweep clean, crashing waves would clear away the trash on deck. And still yet I hide in shadows, seek shelter from the wind, go belowdecks in storm.

Lord, make me willing to face my environment, that you may do your work in upon me.

You would heal me, let me welcome healing.

(Letter #2,696)