The real me, the real you. Hidden away in this place. An open field, where all approaches can be seen clearly.
Those who disturb us, I saw them coming from far away, and I did nothing. Yea, I waved them over to us.
Grant me groundedness, Lord. Grant me peace, let me not rob myself of it.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #3,905)
Daily Letters to God 