I am water.

We are water.

Cool, slow, powerful rush, sun warms and we become vapor. Heavy downpour.

Rush around the rocks. Ripples from the pebble.

Thank you, Lord, for water.

Letter #3,792

O sun! O breeze!

Warm air on my skin.

Where could the day take me? Where could my feet take me?

Lord of possibility, grant me a willing walk.

(Letter #3,791)

Am I awake, Lord? Truly awake?

Could I ask if I were not?

Grant me awareness, Lord.

(Letter #3,790)

Restore me, Lord.

To strength.

To wholeness.

To my self.

(Letter #3,789)