The birds sing — what message do they carry?

The dawn in its glory — what triumph does it bring?

Ground underfoot, supporting me even in weakness — how could I show gratitude?

Lord, let me walk through this garden, your garden, with an awakened mind. Even in weakness, you give me sufficient strength for this one day.

(Letter #4005)

I am the keeper of this light, built generations before, its origins lost in time.

The light beckons into harbor from a distance; warns away from rocks on closer approach.

One light.

Let me be all you would have me be today, Lord.

(Letter #4004)

The air, the skies, the ground. Walking the lakeside, it is all so real, the view and the feeling of breeze on my skin.

Sitting inside, awakening still, before the walk: what will become real is still a future memory. A darkened room and a cushion are what I have.

Lord, let me notice what is true.

(Letter #4003)