In the morning, I sit still to be with you.

At noon, I seek you in the sunshine.

In the eve, I retire and look for you in the corners.

All the day, Lord, I seek you. Will you reveal yourself?

Could it be you are already here?

(Letter #3,928)

We stand before one another, Lord. You so immense; me so finite.

This forest, anon you will shed the leaves like a garment. Is the same true of the mountains, the stars?

The chill leaves the morning air, and I remove my cloak. Such a small gesture, echoing such a vast love.

All is well already as a stand before you.

(Letter #3,927)

Look how the ground stretches out around me in all directions.

Look how the sky is a dome filled with building light, dawn creeping from the edges up.

Look how the trees sway.

Could I be more alive than here, seated and rooted, feeling the ground, the breeze, the sun?

Could you be more near than in this moment?

Grace has arrived.

(Letter #3,926)

Today is not the end of this story. My regrets, my shortcomings, are about to be righted.

Thank you, Lord, for this grace.

Let me now face what is real.

(Letter #3,925)