What is it to walk in humility?

Are my eyes downcast, that I miss the sights?

Are my lips sealed, that my voice cannot praise you?

Do I shuffle, and thus slow my approach?

You bid us all walk upright, Lord. Let me rise, walk, erect.

(Letter #3,901)

On the way, on the way.

Let me enjoy the breeze and grasses. Let me sing songs on the way.

This path winds and winds, let me follow it until the end, Lord.

(Letter #3,900)

You ask so little of me, Lord.

To simply keep trying.

For just one more step along the march.

To accept grace, generously bestowed.

Let me ask of others no more than you ask of me. Let me give grace, as I receive it.

(Letter #3,899)

You love my heart when I stand strong and look the world in the eye.

You love my heart when, crushed, I cower in regret.

You love me even in my intemperance.

Am I the rock? Do I sit upon a rock? Are you the rock?

O great permanence, let me appreciate you yet more.

(Letter #3,898)