Padding through your mansion, from chamber to sitting room and back, a meticulous ghost, polishing the banister.
My days of service, do they add up to something?
The caretaker, the keeper of the house, where would they be without?
While I wipe away the dust, let my thought life deepen and let my heart swell with joy.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3403)
Daily Letters to God 
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