Here on the meadow, mist dripping from bare branches. Open field, how could I know the way?
Walking, I leave dark footprints in the grasses. This is the trail. By noon, all trace will be gone.
God, who tried leaving a trail for me, now vanished? I, the bewildered one, will need to rely on you. Let me abandon myself to it.
(Letter #4009)
Daily Letters to God 