Chirping as I make my early morning rounds through the village. The woods just past market square are home to so many.

The town sleeps, yet others are long awake.

Who is early? Who late?

The rising sun will shine on us all shortly.

(Letter #3,923)

If yesterday sat before me, what would it say?

If tomorrow?

I will awaken living in today, Lord, so grant me the wherewithal to walk through it.

Yesterday, tomorrow, they will speak anon.

(Letter #3,922)

An uncoiled spring.

Can it lift what it must?

Will it wind again?

Is it enough just to breathe out?

Apprehend me by your grace.

(Letter #3,921)

Work, rest. Refreshment and replenishment. More energy, then, for more service to the world.

Rest again.

A cycle from you, to me, to the world, and again.

Let me walk today with sturdy back and shoulders, replenished and refreshed. From you, to me, to the world.

(Letter #3,920)