Walking under a beautiful sun.

Passing by a beautiful tree.

This was my destination, unknown until now.

You grew so strong, you grow so beautifully. As I walk on, let me remember your towering strength.

(For Michael.)

(Letter #3,790)

Standing in this garden I remember:

What have I neglected?

Overnight the weeds grew, the wind upended arrangements.

Do I grumble at needed repairs, or can I enjoy their doing?

Let me feel each moment, Lord, and let worry drain away.

(Letter #3,789)

Walking the town before the day.

Sun on face. Breeze.

Skin, muscle, bone.

How can I express the gratitude I feel for the space my body occupies?

How can I stay here in it?

(Letter #3,788)

The day unfurls like a bloom.

Planted here, I reach for sky.

A field of us, following the sun from horizon to horizon. Lord, let our faces not stay hidden! Let our bodies stand true!

Breath is life; the whole field breathes.

(Letter #3,787)