I have built a fortress upon a hill and behind a wall. Guarded by ramparts and filled with stores to last through three sieges.

But lo, this morning, I arise with a new song in heart and, leaving behind treasure and munitions, I set out to walk the trails and meadows of the woods. All I greet, I will tell that way to my castle where they can find food and rest.

Friend after friend, I will send up the hill with news of what comfort awaits. They will tell others. A city will grow, of love, based on providence.

When I return from your mission, Lord, there will be a community where there once was a weapon. The swords beaten into plowshares, the heaps of grain ground into bread.

You set me wandering, Lord. Let me carry your message.

(Letter #2,785)

While I wander in darkness, you are like unto a candle in a window. You beckon me to a safe resting place.

While I walk the village at noon, the same candle is invisible and I cannot tell one door from another.

I only see your light where there is darkness. Your peace comes in contrast to the troubles that precede it. Grant me discernment to see you even in the crowd, Lord.

(Letter #2,784)

Feet on earth. Hands grasping. Eyes that see.

This is the body you have fashioned for me, Lord, this is the ground you have placed me upon, this is the day you have made.

Dare I wish for something else? This world is a garment tailored just for me.

Let me gratefully enjoy these clothes, Lord.

(Letter #2,783)

You do not speak, yet I hear your music.

There is nothing solid, yet I feel your hands supporting me from below.

Pressed on all sides; yet not crushed.

Gifts and gifts, treasure and treasure, love and love.

Let me absorb the beauty of the invisible world, Lord. Indescribable, let me share it with my neighbors.

(Letter #2,782)