Excavation. Slow discovery. Uncovering a whole life underneath the tissue of activity.

This easy path leads to me.

You grant me ease, do I accept it?

(Letter #3,379)

Walking the mews, amid the forlorn and spent.

Shapes and murmurs.

Grant me the grace to view my fellows with some portion of the love and forgiveness you bestowed upon me.

Can I love even now? Let me Love.

(Letter #3,378)

A simple room and life, simple habits and words.

Upon this, let grace alight, dear Lord.

Complication and finery, let me see through it, into the truth of things.

A simple day, simple breath, simple moment.

(Letter #3,377)

You fashioned me from nothing, such care you took with each piece. How each works with the other.

Am I a delicate machine that must be protected and polished? You built me to run and work, Lord, strong and willing.

Let me find use today, Lord.

(Letter #3,376)