Alone, to where could I now flee? I am face to face with who I am.

Crushed under weight, mulish in my obstinacy, how can I bear it?

Let me call out to you. Rescue me from my burdens.

Rescue me from my self.

Bring me face to face with your grace.

(Letter #3,951)

The dawn re-forms each morning; after having been dispelled by noon. The sun scorches the land; it all must be restored overnight.

Each morning, I gather myself together like mist and hope it adds up to something.

Lord, grant me substance.

Strengthen my frame, later, in the bright sunlight.

(Letter #3,950)

Alone, alone in the morn. Alone before the looming day.

How could I not be grateful for all you have given, all you have taken? I am a bare bulb, shining into the dark.

Bright as you made me, the sun will o’erpower me before the day’s chores are even begun.

The shadows disappear and I can see.

How could I not be grateful?

(Letter #3,949)

This trouble from which I run — you made it for me.

The mire from which I seek to rise — made by you.

How will you rescue me? Let me trust that it will come.

Grant me eyes to see, Lord, your hand in even that which I would flee.

(Letter #3,948)