Walking the meadow, the growing grass is a power, holding the earth together. Seated at the riverside, the flowing water is a power, wearing smooth stone after stone and cutting new channels in the land. This gentle breeze — a power, training the direction of the saplings, as their older brethren all face the same way.
This power, so slow and gentle, so durable, so inexorable.
Let me walk in alignment with the wind, Lord. Let me slow myself that I may be part of your work.
(Letter #2,794)
Daily Letters to God 