I sit by a candle, protected in a corner of this small room.
Without, the winds howl.
The candle scarcely flickers. Dawn.
Travelers at the door; visits and activity. Laughter. Some who come bring calamity and woe. Peace disturbed. Yet the candle welcomes. Yet I welcome.
I am the striker of matches, keeper of friendly flame. Grant me good cheer, Lord.
(Letter #3,453)
Daily Letters to God 
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