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)
Daily Letters to God 