Monday, October 11, 2021

I have a store of supplies for the way. I have collected them meticulously. This morning begins a new journey, and I select with care what to bring.

Lord, I will walk under nourishing rains and through teeming meadows. Do I need even this sack? What if it were lost, would you deliver Providence to me, the hungry one? Need I even ask?

The sparrows seek food afresh each morning. Open my eyes, Lord, to how little I need carry.

(Letter #2,466)

Sunday, October 10, 2021

To stand and walk is a miracle. To balance, fall forward, catch myself over and over. To look at me at rest, one would think I could never move.

And yet I walk for miles without thought, appreciating the views.

Lord, make me mindful of my dependence on you even in the simplest things.

(Letter #2,465)

Friday, October 8, 2021

The earth, it presses down upon me.

My shoots climb up through open spaces.

From this dark worry will come my meeting with sunlight.

Grant me equanimity, even here underground.

Lord, you give me heavy ground and bright sky both.

(Letter #2,463)

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

I walk a knife’s edge. You have made my feet like those of the deer, yet fear grips me easily. So far down is the valley on either side.

And then I turn and see the line of fellows behind. Brothers and sisters watching to see which footfalls to take. There is, then, no turning back nor room to pass.

Is your will that I fear, Lord? That I feel resignation? That I walk on, nonetheless?

The wind blows up from the valley, let it quicken me, Lord.

(Letter #2,461)

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Do I swing from limb to limb, using the arms you made strong for me, or do I rest, supported and safe?

If I let go will I drop?

A toddler held aloft, I play at climbing. Grant me strength, Lord, even as you save me.

(Letter #2,460)

Monday, October 4, 2021

There are worlds within the simplest objects. There are worlds within you.

Do you sit beside me, Friend? Do you undergird my life, Supporter? Do you guide my development, Teacher?

Intent am I on my own wants and needs, but let me drag my gaze onto you and look closely at what you reveal.

You bend the world to lead me to perfect joy, O Parent.

Let me dwell in worlds within worlds.

(Letter #2,459)

Sunday, October 3, 2021

The lion may go hungry, the king’s treasury may deplete.

And yet, as I emerge from my dwelling place, standing before all that is, I see plenty. Power flows through this land for your children, my sisters and brothers.

All that this day demands, will be given by the day. O what peaceful skies to walk under! O what providence and grace!

Let me glide smoothly, untroubled, through your lands.

(Letter #2,458)

Saturday, October 2, 2021

The treasure I collect is tin, what I fear holds no power, what I desire is false, I worship hollow idols.

Plant my feet here on the ground and let me be yielded to you, dear friend. O tragedy, my eyes are so clouded.

Mulish, I only stir when it suits me. Like a vole, I distract myself over and over, never going in a line.

Enter my will, Lord, and soothe my fevered thinking. Let me become a simple walker along the wide path you have laid.

Uncloud my view, Lord.

(Letter #2,457)