Let me make my home in this moment.

Outside the door, the wolves of the future and the monsters of the past howl and scratch. They come and go; no need for me to greet them.

In my home, no sorrows nor troubles need abide. You are with me and the door is shut.

Let me hum gentle songs of praise while the fire crackles.

(Letter #2,842)

After calamity and storm, in the sudden silence of a land laid waste — your small voice whispers to me.

Come to me and all will be well, you say.

Seek me and you will see all is already well, you say.

O Lord! Let me discern the small miracle of your voice calling to me. The storm was just to make the world ready to hear.

I am ready to hear, Lord.

(Letter #2,481)

Who hides the future? It is you.

Who buries the past under dim memory? It is you.

Who limits my view of even this moment to my own flawed perspective? It is always and ever you, Lord.

I have no choice but to follow your will, even would I try to go my own way. The day ends and it was always as you would have had it.

Grant me equanimity, Lord. There is no such thing as calamity and my worries are but mist. Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,480)

Shackled to the world, I rise with difficulty to begin the morn. The sun peers at me while I make ready. Such weight I carry through the day.

I hold onto these chains myself. I have taken on my own imprisonment.

Lord! Let me drop my burdens and walk free! Is this what you have been waiting for me to do?

I will have forgotten this difficult rising. Let me release my troubles.

The sun will beam, the birds sing, all while I walk free through meadows and along cool streams.

(Letter #2,479)