Refuge. Of what will it consist?

Will you protect me from the harm of enemies?

Will you shield me from catastrophe?

Will you grant me relief from worry and work?

Or may I find refuge even in the midst of the world — consisting of strength, of calm, of resourcefulness?

Lord, let me live with you in all my circumstances.

(Letter #2,731)

A small group, huddled together against cold, singing quiet songs of hopefulness against all contrary evidence.

Do you hear our music, Lord?

When grace comes, when providence rescues, will I remember the song? Will I believe myself sufficient?

Enter my heart, Lord, through song.

(Letter #2,730)

I am held by you, a child in loving arms. Even amid calamity, storms, you hold me.

From here, I will later go out and live in the world. Fear grips me as I consider my later duties.

Sing to me, whisper to me, Lord. I am safe here with you, let me feel your love and protection.

(Letter #2,729)

My heart’s desire, do I dare speak it aloud? You know it already, Lord. I have no need of speech nor formal prayer. A wordless cry carries meaning.

And so I walk through the world, a shadow. Today is waiting for tomorrow’s deliverance.

Then wherefrom comes woe? You baffle me. Are you already answering me in the best way possible?

Tomorrow is come and a banquet set. They look on.

Let me stop my wandering and feast.

(Letter #2,728)