My whimpers and soft cries, you hear them even over the thundering seas that crash around my dwelling. The keeper of the lighthouse, despondent yet still on duty.
Lo, there comes a vessel, and the lonely light protects it from disaster.
In my self-pity, do I know what a gift you are, through me, to others?
This, then, becomes answer to my prayers: by drawing near to you, hope then comes to others.
You heard me.
(Letter #2,802)
Daily Letters to God 