You have provided all I ever asked for, if I look rightly at the world. Why, then, does such worry weigh me down?

The truth is, I seek it. Even a full coffer raises the specter of its one day being empty.

Lighten my heart, Lord, and let me enjoy the ecstatic grace with which you shower me.

(Letter #3406)

I have discarded armor and dress; they lay in a heap at my feet.

Alone on a plain, standing under sunshine, warm air drifting.

I saw this place as a battlefield, or a stage. It is simply a field through which we walk, Lord, you with me.

Let me keep my gait simple.

(Letter #3405)

Sitting, underneath me a cushion. Underneath a chair. Then the floor.

Then: ground.

You press me up, Lord, as strongly as I am pulled down. There is no effort I need spend, to stay firmly grounded.

Let me not take for granted the strength of the ground, Lord.

In your hands.

(Letter #3404)

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)