Walking, this stony path requires care. An ankle may turn if I do not look out.
Yet it rises, and around curves I see vistas. The way up, while precise, is not hard.
Where the path has washed out, you have provided a fallen log to step over. Where it is steep, a dead limb makes a fine support.
If I watch myself with woeful heart, I might despair for the way is so hard. If I look at the same self on the same path with glad heart, I see clearly how easy you make my life — dear Lord and friend.
I need but walk with care.
(Letter #2,817)
Daily Letters to God 