I am free, Lord, set me ablaze.

I have peace, Lord, let the flame grow.

I offer you my will, Lord, thus the fire burns.

Day by day, moment by moment, make me ready for your consuming warmth — that I may onpass it to my shivering fellows.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,832)

Stepping out into the meadow, the trees burst into applause, the doves swoop and coo, the deer herald the day. Such a greeting, such a blessing.

I have left my home on a journey and this is an auspicious beginning.

Midday when I am weary, will you orchestrate more music to move my spirit? Must I be sustained by this memory along the entire road?

You are the Lord of song, this is the day of harmony.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,831)

Let me relax my clenched fist and my tight chest. Breathing, softening.

The growing dawn outside my door makes ready for me. Does time flee, fly, march, drag? Let me greet the day with a quiet breath borne of letting go.

Slow steps and gentle smile, let me thus begin my walk.

(Letter #2,830)

A mountain to climb, a plain to cross, a river to ford, a trail to walk.

Let the mountain track lead me into a valley of peace. Let the current be slow in the river, let the winds in the plain subside.

You go ahead of me, Lord, and make my way one of ease. Why do I not see? Let me see.

(Letter #2,829)