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)
Daily Letters to God 