Your power flows like an underground river through the land, feeding oases and watering holes.
The traveler finds respite, bowled over with gratitude. Too thankful to wonder at its unlikeliness in the desert.
Food left for others to find. Donations appearing at the last moment. Litter picked up without fanfare.
Let us act in secret, Lord.
(Letter #2,944)
Daily Letters to God 
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