Rooted in earth, I stand while winds howl. Your quiet voice arrives, blown to me by the wind.

Am I listening, Lord? If I do not hear, is the fault with my own ears?

There is much to do and little time.

Grant me a quiet heart and a slow pace, Lord. Open up space for me to listen for you.

Thy will be done this day.

(Letter #2,701)

I have wanted to rule the lands, I have wanted power, wealth. Sitting with you, Lord, has created a revolution inside me.

Have I learned to be small, to wait by the ashes of expired desires and ambitions?

Grant me knowledge of your will for me, dear Friend, and the power to carry it out.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,700)

Must there be proof? If so, let it be me.

Let me be a demonstration of your power, Lord. Let me be a demonstration of your will.

Let my life demonstrate love.

Let me be peace.

(Letter #2,699)

Grant me wonder today, Lord.

Let me see the same thing with new eyes.

Let me greet my fellows with a new song.

You renew the world, you renew me.

Let me do your will, your new will.

(Letter #2,698)