Tuesday, July 13, 2021

At an appointed hour, there is a battle to be waged. When one side has perished, the other will stroll the field.

The sun will have shone down upon them equally all the while, the ground will have supported them all.

The day could have ended with singing and fellow-feeling.

When I walk onto the field, Lord, let me think of the games we might play together.

(Letter #2,376)

Monday, July 12, 2021

You have set me these tasks; soon I will perform them before my fellows. What if they judhe me harshly? What if I fail in public?

Lord, take away these needles of care and worry. You grant me supply each morning, and today is no different.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,375)

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Let me today be the unnoticed custodian, polishing the floors upon which others walk. Let my practice be one of perfecting my secret craft.

Thy will be done, Lord, through my simple hands.

(Letter #2,374)

Saturday, July 10, 2021

The rising sun – a miracle.

The wind – a miracle.

These hands – a miracle.

Why search I for intricacies, Lord? Is it not enough that I exist within your creation?

Simple miracles, cascading through the day.

I am one, too.

(Letter #2,373)

Friday, July 9, 2021

At a fork in my path, which shall I take?

Halfway to a goal: press on or turn back?

Lord, I am seeking direction. Have you been sending signs? Will I look back on this day and realize it?

Thy will. Let me know and do thy will.

(Letter #2,372)

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Rain, wind, sun, trees.

Storms upend my shelter.

Flowers open at dawn, and watch me reestablish my dwelling place.

You shine upon me. Am I the flower or the worker?

Whichever am I, let me do your will today, Lord.

(Letter #2,370)

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

I strive and persevere, tending these gardens and keeping the grounds and repair.

And yet, how insufficient are my labors. Do my orderly habits ease the suffering of my neighbor? Does a display of devotion ripple outward?

Lord, it is you who will save. The shining sun will warm shivering limbs, without my extra effort.

Hear my quiet prayers, Lord, said for the benefit of those who do not yet see.

(Letter #2,369)

Monday, July 5, 2021

If your will for me is success and eminence, none can stand against it.

If your will for me is belovedness, conflict will cease.

If your will for me is to relate myself to you, then nothing will break me away.

Riches of all kinds shower upon this life in all ways, and continually. I fix my eyes balefully upon the dark clouds, yet it is there that the gifts are hidden which I will soon unwrap.

Lord, let me learn to live amidst all these riches.

(Letter #2,368)