Hidden in my den in this mountain-cave, quiet and morning-dark gathered around me. Nothing can touch me, Lord, here with you.
The cave, the den, unreal. I am on a cushion in my dwelling. I visit you in my heart and there you harbor me.
Meaning: I can return to my protected den at any time. I am always already there, always already safe.
O good news!
(Letter #3,179)
Daily Letters to God 