Walking the grounds early morn, the dawn greets me and I it.

At peace inside, I can bring peace to quiet places. Inner health; outer health.

Let the dawn wash over me, I am ready.

(Letter #3,791)

A field of wonder; a meadow of delights.

Yet the inquiry, the fascination, is within. How my feet press the ground! How my breath feels as it slips in and out!

Lord, let me bring wonder and delight to my every move.

(Letter #3,790)

I am the one who would stay still — you deliver me full days and myriad obligations.

I am the one who would churn like a dynamo — you deliver me bed rest.

I am the one who would fear the crowd — you place me at the podium to address the gathered.

The lesson, always different for a different me, always the harder path.

(Letter #3,789)

Inside this dark room, in my dawn-quiet dwelling, a lit candle. Pitch black, then the flame.

No matter how dark, the candle illuminates.

Is all lost? Can I yet become a candle for my fellows?

Light me, Lord, that I may brighten the way even through the gloom.

(Letter #3,788)