Daily Letters to God
Guide my hands and feet toward right actions. Guide my words and deeds.
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Dizzy, without direction. Grant me a road to walk.
The day beckons. Let me answer.
– from the mountain
Can I sense the direction you would have me go?
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.” — Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
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I rush into fire, into rapids, into cyclone. Is it truly industry, or distraction?
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Let my people thrive, dear Lord: family, fellows, neighbors, townsfolk.
We follow you through mountain tracks and down onto the plains. A moving beacon, you beckon, we come.
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My part, Lord, what is my part to play? Do I exhort my fellows? Blaze the way? Guard the rear?
Is my part to ask you for intercession?
Let us thrive, Lord.
– from the mountain
Can I understand the part I am to play in our collective well-being?
“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.” — John Donne, Meditation XVII
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You intercede time and again.
Rains breaking a drought, a changed mind upending judgment, the dawn itself bringing new light into darkness.
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