On what do I rely?

Solid ground underfoot. Light in the morn. A path to walk.
A lone candle before dawn. The thick dark does not extinguish nor diminish it. Can I depend on this light?
I ask and ask, only to learn I already have what I need. You are already with me.
On what, then, shall I rely?
Grace showered upon me.
(Letter #3,425)
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