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)

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)

Who will remove this mountain from my path? Who will stop the rains that batter?

I face so much with so little. I am insufficient, yea, all my neighbors together could not win the day.

And yet your hand brings rainbows. You crumble the mountain into the sea.

If you will stop the rains, then surely you will rescue me, your child. Grant me yet more faith, Lord.

(Letter #2,943)

Only I can hear the words murmur to me. The instructions will produce results for none other.

Your commands, Lord, tailored for me.

Let me, then, simply listen and do.

(Letter #2,942)