You reside in the flower, the tree, the hill, the river. Power flowing through the land, there to see as I walk from place to place.
Am I sensible of all that is around me? Its importance too often escapes me. Only moments at a time do I see the power, hear the music — when I am doing your bidding, awake yet occupied.
Let me live precisely, Lord, with care and devotion to doing your will. Each day a new chance.
(Letter #2,885)
Daily Letters to God 