Great work will be done; great work is needed — and so, first, let me remain still.
The roof leaks in the spring rains, the garden needs planting. This work awaits.
Inside, closeted rooms, dim morning candles, the day shut away while I seek you: this is the mainspring being wound. Soon I will be ready to leap forth to my labors.
Let me sit still, Lord, winding, winding, as I lean towards you to hear your whispers.
Great work will be done.
(Letter #4065)
Daily Letters to God 