The storms come, yet I skip with joy even under heavy rains.
A sunny day, wherefore then my gloom and sullenness?
My moods come and go like mist, claiming me then burning away, yet with no substance.
The path, the journey, remains. Let me learn, Lord, to walk through the mist.
(Letter #3,334)
Daily Letters to God 
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