The night was fraught; dawn brings a new outlook.

Yesterday is buried; today lives on.

The sun shines on fresh soil.

Can I live, Lord, like the day, perpetually new?

(Letter #4051)

A walk like any other: yesterday, last week. The trees look on with affection, the hillsides smile.

There is a secret world rooting for me. Can I see it?

Let my eyes become open to all the ways you are my greatest friend, Lord.

(Letter #4050)

I was alone when I awoke, now, yet in solitude, are you with me.

You go before me into the day, you are with me throughout, you follow behind as well.

Could it then be said I awoke alone? Or was that illusion?

Lord, let me feel your arms beneath me.

(Letter #4049)

I look down the valley, at gathering clouds, and wonder: Will this storm reach the village? Must we close the shutters?

The winds may shift, the skies may disperse, the rains may be gentle, there may be other matters to which to attend.

Who can know what the next day brings, let alone the next season?

Let me live close to you, Lord. Grant me grace to know the way to walk, today, that I may be in best position to do your will tomorrow.

(Letter #4048)