O unruly mind! The sun shines, the breeze blows, yet my thoughts are frantic. Distracted as I walk.

Grass underfoot; let me feel my feet, feel my breath, feel my skin.

Who could know you would visit me even in such a state? Yet I did not notice.

Let me notice more, Lord.

(Letter #3,803)

Alone in my hut, dim room and quiet.

Outside. the world waits for me.

Birdsong, growing light.

The world waits, impatient for my emergence.

Quickened heart while grace pours in.

The world waits to give its gifts.

How long will it wait?

(Letter #3,802)

You make a way for me through the brush; you pour water down upon me when I thirst.

You have always been there, whether I saw or no.

Standing still, rooted feet, as the breeze blows let me feel you around me.

Always there.

(Letter #3,801)

The channel from me to you is clear yet wide. Who will cross to whom?

You will draw near to me in my need; yet let me first draw near to you, Lord. Let my attitude be my devotion.

Let me not pine for visitors, but go out to my fellows.

(Letter #3,800)

O pity to the held back, the weighed down, the blocked. They struggle and strain, yet do not find what they seek.

Do I not fret and press against the walls of the box canyon? Am I the one weighed down?

As I lay upon the ground, I felt buoyed, as if I could float away. And yet when I rise from here, I carry my old friend, woe.

Let me stop seeking; let me see what I have found already.

(Letter #3,799)

The field has turned to dry stalks; delicate crystal. Where once a creek trickled, now I walk along a newly cleared path of stones and meander.

This is the time to get through.

The stores will once again be full; the rains will pour down; the river will rush, bed hidden under froth.

Today, can I love the dry grass?

Let me love today, Lord.

(Letter #3,798)

Sun, O sun! Glow, shine, burn!

What do my actions amount to, underneath your steady gaze?

What could matter more?

Let me make the day count.

(Letter #3,797)