Wind, rain, storm.
And yet your whispers reach me across the plain, here where I huddle, hunched over a candle.
Am I such a skilled listener that I hear quiet even in tumult?
Or is your quiet voice so strong, Lord?
Your small voice carries even into my secret life, Lord. Let me hear and hear again.
(Letter #3,361)
Daily Letters to God 
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