I glimpse a corner of you at dawn, and the selfish pieces of me shrivel and wilt.

Remake me, Lord. The loss of what I was before may bring pain, but the sun warms my limbs. I am eager.

Let me walk your way.

(Letter #2,894)

A spark in me, a spark in my neighbor, a spark in my opponent.

You reside in all. How can I bear such good news? It burns away the worry over inconsequential trouble.

Let me tend the sparks in me, in others. Let the warming flames mingle.

(Letter #2893)