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)
Daily Letters to God 
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