I carry a box of yesterday’s woe.
Would you have me set it down, Lord? But within it lies hope for my fellows: you can set down your box, too.
Even the bitter root and tears have use. Let me share, Lord, the path away from remorse.
Light the morning candle, let the dawn beam in. There is the door.
We walk.
(Letter #3411)
Daily Letters to God 
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