Turn out from my heart, Lord, all that is not love. Let the space left behind be filled — with yet greater Love.

Make me a soul of Love, Lord.

(Letter #3,344)

A candle on a mantle brings a peaceful glow. On a mountaintop the wind whips it away.

A blaze in a fire ring in open field comforts. Too close to home it brings calamity.

Let my flame be right for my circumstances, Lord.

(Letter #3,343)

You see into my heart before I know to cry out — rescue arrives unlooked for.

You turn my path to avoid the thickets — the walking is easy as others falter.

I need but listen, and do your bidding.

Let me listen.

(Letter #3,342)

Distant hills.

The path leads into them; a stream flows out, steadily toward me.

Are they goal or source?

Sun sets between peaks; along the way is shelter.

Guide my feet and direct my gaze, Lord.

(Letter #3,341)