My brothers and sisters face woe, how can I share with them your peace?

I have troubles, who will share with me my burdens?

Worry, calamity, want — you rain down Providence on all. Let us support one another and look to you, Lord.

Let me be one who passes along your comfort.

(Letter #2,861)

A simple path, smooth and wide.

A crooked track, ascending through dense brush.

You are with me in all these places, Lord, let me feel this truth.

Even the easy way, the way over which I have mastery, let me lean upon you even there, sweet Lord.

(Letter #2,860)

My feelings brook no reason.

The sun shines, yet I grumble. It rains, the same.

Later under the same skies, there is a song on my lips.

Let not my changing heart vex me so, for my responses are unmoored from worldly circumstances.

Let my heart find peace, Lord.

(Letter #2,859)

A peace the world cannot give.

Serenity that circumstances cannot take away.

I hold on, a flame in the wind. I grip so tightly.

Let me draw near to you, Lord, and feel the warmth of peace. I had forgotten how freely flows your grace.

(Letter #2,858)