A spiral path, inward and inward. At its secret center there you are, there I am.
Peace carried from battle to battle.
My fellows speak, it is your voice I hear, an echo of what you told me from within.
I hold a torch, does it make the light or does it reflect the fire you struck in my heart?
Within, without. Seen, unseen. You are my secret, Lord. I walk and I walk, yet we were already there.
Be my peace, Lord.
(Letter #2,945)
Daily Letters to God 
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