Thursday, August 5, 2021

I set out looking for you, yet you were with me all along.

I cried out for help, I had all I need.

I prayed for intercession, the punishing hand had already been stayed.

You dwell within me, Lord, what a marvel. Let me feel you in my chest.

(Letter #2,399)

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

Placing flat stones to make a garden path.

Will it remain, decades hence? Or will a later soul use the stones to build a family hearth?

Perhaps the few who walk this way to visit will carry away your message of hope. The paving stones will have then fulfilled their purpose.

Lord, I am trying today to do your will.

(Letter #2,398)

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

There is a road from me to you, broad and smooth.

Why do I seek hidden pathways, why do I step off the track into the brush? Those ways are fraught and offer little.

This broad road, if I walk it, you will come to me too.

Let me meet you, Lord, on this road.

(Letter #2,397)

Sunday, August 1, 2021

As the river flows by, here I stand on the banks. My fellows pass; some I wave to, some I rescue.

Always, in the night, comes rest, and again the sun rises on our encampment.

Your instructions are so clear, Lord.

You will never forsake me, so you have promised. How, then, could I abandon my post?

(Letter #2,395)

Saturday, July 31, 2021

You are in me.

Let me act as if this is so.

Let gratitude course through my limbs, and peace breathe in and out of my chest.

The gnawing fears, cobwebs brushed away without thought.

Peace.

Thanks.

Love.

(Letter #2,394)

Thursday, July 29, 2021

I have walked through brambles and wasteland to come here, yet you have left me untouched.

So, too, has ecstasy descended upon me, yet my pace is moderate.

This simple path, strewn with rocks yet looping through alpine shade, stretches from yesterday into tomorrow.

Today comes a judge, and I blink with equanimity.

The world is not the world. Thank you for this path of trials and miracles.

They will be done.

(Letter #2,392)

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

My rooms are tidy and in my habits there are no gross derelictions.

Yet what of the dim corners? What resides in my secret heart?

Make me willing, Lord, that even my hidden parts may be turned to the sun.

Let sunshine heal me, Lord, all of me.

(Letter #2,391)

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

I am passing out cups of cool water to my brothers and sisters. They thirst so. I worry I will run out.

You are a deep and bottomless lake, replenished by the rains and inexhaustible.

Why do I worry so over depletion? Let me hand out this water to all who need it.

(Letter #2,390)