This place, this ground, let me walk it with bare feet and reverence.
Your whispers and murmurs draw me nigh, Lord. Approach I with care, for the sparrow easily flits away.
Each moment, standing in the clearing, breathes itself.
In. Pause. Out.
Bare feet and reverence.
(Letter #3,354)
Daily Letters to God 
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