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)
Daily Letters to God 
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