Shadows come and go, they gather and murmur.
I am in a crowd of ghosts.
You are here with me, Lord, yea, you sent them to me. I try to see through these phantoms into the world of substance, yet this world of illusion also has reality. They are each a soul to help, a soul to ease. They are each a form of you.
Let me be a friend, to them, to you.
Let the solid world wait.
(Letter #2,739)
Daily Letters to God 