The day is a circle, my life is a circle. Dawn, dusk, night, day without beginning.
Let me glide through events today, Lord, in loose robes and with easy gait — all while hammers clang and shovels pitch about me.
This day began and will end. I began and will end. In between, Lord, grant me willingness to give over my life to you.
(Letter #3,325)
Daily Letters to God 