My small garden is tended and my stoop is swept. Satisfaction of a tidy dwelling.
Is this what you want for me, Lord?
There is yet more to do. My neighbor’s flock need tending yet they are crushed by woe and do not leave their home. The village green is overgrown.
A pond lacking outlet becomes stagnant. Let me, Lord, turn my energies outside of my narrow arrangements.
(Letter #2,799)
Daily Letters to God 