Behind this hedge, protected from winds and out of sight, the sun warms me.
Safety, respite, peace.
From my hiding place, I peek through the bushes – chaos and woe await. Maelstrom.
While I am here with you, Lord, safe, let me seek your face. By the time I rise, the winds will be gone.
Peace.
(Letter #2,685)
Daily Letters to God 
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