The rains came and the winds whipped, yet I remained untouched.

The seas rose, my dwelling stayed dry.

The drought crept and persisted, my fields did not wither.

Undeserved favor, Lord. Why do you spare me so?

Let me try to make myself worthy.

(Letter #2,902)

You are my leader and my goal. My protector and my safety. The one I love, and love itself.

O mystery! That you are both way and objective.

Let me follow you wholly, Lord, and turn over my will. Let me spread the peace I discover.

(Letter #2,901)

The garden struggles to grow. What can I do to help?

My efforts are of limited use: the growing is not mine to do. Mine to tend the soil, and try to improve conditions.

Grant me willingness to do your will, Lord.

(Letter #2,900)

The day is perfect. Sun rises, clouds flow, shadows move, creatures feed, gardens grow, sun sets.

What could I add, Lord? Let me not add worry, strife, chaos.

Peace is your law, and harmony, and growth.

Let me me live today as this day intends: in harmony.

(Letter #2,899)