The prayer of one trapped by illusion: Let not my heart harden in the face of trial and woe. Let not my strength wither from these days of famine.
I rise, the day arranged, and wonder, what will happen to me?
Should I not be asking: What new bounty will I discover? Whom will I meet to help? What new power will awaken?
Lord, let me become eager.
(Letter #4036)
Daily Letters to God 