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)