Unclenched, sighed out, relaxed.

This is how you come to me, Lord, when I have released my tight struggles.

Let me give up.

(Letter #3,924)

O peace! O trial!

O rest! O effort!

This life of night followed by day, tension followed by ease, work followed by leisure.

Let me love dusk and dawn equally, Lord. For I know not which brings true grace.

(Letter #3,923)

I awaken.

I am awake!

The world awakes.

Bees, grass, trees, all sing.

Underfoot, Lord, let me feel the steady ground. Even as wind whips, the ground remains.

Let me be awake to it.

(Letter #3,922)

I walk through a crowded square.

Story after story after story, brushing silently by.

Is my own drama any different? What makes it notable, other than its familiarity?

Lord, let me listen to the murmurs.

(Letter #3,921)