From fear — deliver me.

From worry — deliver me.

From dependency — deliver me.

These moods that come upon me and sit like thick mist — shine upon me, your sun, burn away my woeful ways and leave a meadow of plenty, grasses waving and birds singing.

If my thoughts are twisted, I cannot think my way into straightness. If my body is wracked, I cannot will myself into health. Heal my mind, my body, my heart, dear Lord.

Deliver me.

(Letter #2,762)

From fear — deliver me.

From worry — deliver me.

From dependency — deliver me.

These moods that come upon me and sit like thick mist — shine upon me, your sun, burn away my woeful ways and leave a meadow of plenty, grasses waving and birds singing.

If my thoughts are twisted, I cannot think my way into straightness. If my body is wracked, I cannot will myself into health. Heal my mind, my body, my heart, dear Lord.

Deliver me.

(Letter #2,762)

You went before me and prepared the tasks. Tools laid out, material at the ready, instructions clear.

Miracle of grace, you yet love me when I fail in even the simplest work!

Soften my breath, Lord, in face of both trial and ease. Shine upon me, sweet sun, dear friend, great consoler.

Every worry and woe was already known. Even chaos planned. Let me seek in each its purpose.

(Letter #2,761)

Quickened heart, quickened breath, wind flows up the cliff side.

A happy valley spread out below. Where is the road from there to here? How came I to this mountain top?

Let not my lone walk vex me, for others will join anon. Joy will pass from me to them and from them to me.

For now, here alone with you, Lord, let us walk the cliff and take in the view.

(Letter #2,760)