I sought you along these village roads, Lord, and suddenly I realized you had come to me, had been with me for days.

You knew my thoughts, and brought order into my unruly mind.

You knew of my chosen road, and went before me to clear the way.

You knew my trials, and woe, and provided opportunities to heal and rest.

You see me, Lord. You see into me. You see through me.

I am seen.

(Letter #3,474)

Hills sing. Trees beam.

Do I curl in my room on the floor, head covered?

Let me really see what is happening around me, Lord.

(Letter #3,473)

I set out on the day’s march. Where have my neighbors gone? Am I dreaming?

I can tell others have been by as I pass sign after sign.

Around the bend, there they are, with cheer and succor. They were waiting all along.

Lord, you grant solitude before I know I need it. You bring community just in time.

Let me be grateful for the comings and goings of my fellows, Lord.

(Letter #3,472)

Will you stay my mind upon you, Lord? I wander, my thoughts wander.

I am a lone tree on a wind-whipped field. Let me not be bent by the wind but grow toward you.

My will, aligned with you. My heart, with you.

You, with me.

(Letter #3,471)