Sitting, it is easy to feel the ground beneath. Standing, still I sense my soles pressing down.

Walking, running — so easy to forget the earth, even as it bounces against my feet.

Let my roots be strong and quick, Lord.

(Letter #3,799)

I am buoyed as equally as I am tethered to ground. So light I may float; yet also weighted that I may not lose footing.

Let my gait be solid today, Lord, with firm feet. Let my shoulders be broad, my hands nimble, my gaze clear.

The earth presses up just enough to support me.

Thank you, Lord, for this ground and lightness it contains.

(Letter #3,798)

Fill me with wonder, Lord:

At the dawn.

At the unfurling buds.

At the mighty rains.

At grace, undeserved and unlooked-for.

At mercy, unexpected yet sought.

At the ordinary, daily march.

At awakening.

(Letter #3,797)

Leaf by leaf, the book becomes read

Step by step, the journey complete.

Breath by breath, I change.

Night becomes day, only bit by bit.

(Letter #3,796)