If I draw a circle, I am in the center. Others draw their own; I am in some and not others.

You have drawn the earth, Lord, containing all yet centering none.

You are the center.

Like a sunflower, let me bend toward you, O Center!

(Letter #3,897)

Are you here with me? I sought and sought — were you already near? Was it I who wandered away?

Let me feel your nearness.

(Letter #3,896)

These are days of sunshine and power.

Do I notice? Notice the growing grass? The breeze? The bright noon?

While we live, let us live.

(Letter #3,805)

The rock holds power — the power to remain still. Water courses around it.

The power to build. When stacked as a foundation, supporting of this whole dwelling.

But what power is this, if others do the work? If obstinacy remains unmoving?

When hurled, does the rock have power?

Let me build today, Lord.

(Letter #3,804)