All is well, all is well.

Even in the cold, frigid morn.

Even when I do not know the way.

Guide me, Lord. Bring me back to myself.

All is well.

(Letter #3,972)

This day. This small day, pressed between a morning and night.

What tenderness did you bring to making this day?

What small beauty will I discover along my brief walk?

With almost no time left, what rescue will you work?

Even in this blink of an eye, Lord, let me be awake to your grace.

(Letter #3,971)

While the sun rises, shadows yet are cast and loom large. They will shorten, but for now the view makes me as fearful as gathering night.

Be my refuge, Lord, holding my right hand as we walk. What if today were to become a shower of gifts? I could not know, as I cower in my room.

Let me walk with you, Lord, and feel your grace.

(Letter #3,970)

Morning, dawn, birds call.

Let them come to me; I need not run after them.

Let me draw slowly near to you, Lord. If I only open myself, if I only try, you draw near to me in return.

Let me not run after banners.

(Letter #3,969)