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)

You visit me at dawn and soothe me. Will you come at noon, in the heat of the day, when there is battle to wage? At night, when chaos reigns?

Are you distant, or is my seeking inconstant? Let me call to you even when I forget myself.

Grant me a mind for peace, Lord, even when the world is at war.

(Letter 2,884)

My limbs move as I direct. I walk upright in the sun, stretch and move. My sight is clear.

Do I thank you for these miracles, Lord? Even in gratitude, do I use my strength to follow your ways in all things?

Let me ask and ask again, waiting for your answers. Let me do your will.

(Letter #2,883)

Standing on the edge of a farm that has become a battlefield.

Is the victory over myself, over others, over the world? Who conquers whom?

When we celebrate, let our gratitude be directed rightly. Let our battles teach us lessons, not cover us in glory.

(Letter #2882)