Monday, May 16, 2022

This day, this moment, this life – can I make of them a prayer? Can I pray unceasing, incessant?

If I lay my hopes, my worries, my woes, my errors at your feet, might I feel your sunshine warming my spirit and body?

I live in an age of miracles and war. When healing comes, will I have prayed enough?

So far from you, yet you are so close to me.

Let me feel you, Lord.

(Letter #2,653)

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Do I sit here, alone in the gloom? Have I left you behind?

If you are with my fellows, how then could you not be here, carrying with me my crushing load?

Good news: you never left, I never left. You give me strength I did not know I had.

(Letter #2,651)

Friday, May 13, 2022

Am I standing firm, straining against winds, a rock against high seas?

Am I standing still, an oak in the forest, swaying in wind yet bringing peace to those below?

All are needed in your economy, Lord, only let me not rush about like a vole, starting from scene to scene.

Grant me firm and still foundations.

(Letter #2,650)

Thursday, May 12, 2022

As I glide among my fellows, supplied and buoyed by you, let my cheer pass among them. That sorrowful one, that ill one, let not their woes drain me.

Let the energy flow, Lord, from one to another to another.

I pass it on. I pass it on.

(Letter #2,649)

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Grant me, Lord, calm in this world. Each circumstance brings the temptation of worry. Let me accept the dawn, rain, wind, night.

I cannot change the arc of the sun, and yet again will it rise tomorrow.

Grant me equanimity in the face of all I cannot alter.

(Letter #2,647)

Monday, May 9, 2022

I will watch for you, arriving along the horizon, emerging from the mist, appearing around the corner. In every setting, I will look to you. Your coming will be a gift, long anticipated yet also unexpected in its thoughtfulness.

Touch hearts. Turn circumstances. Shower gifts that display your presence.

I am your expectant child. Let me look to you and watch for your will to be done.

(Letter #2,646)

Sunday, May 8, 2022

My path is mine, theirs is theirs. Fix my gaze upon my own way, Lord.

Let me not trouble myself with others’ goings.

When I walk with others, let me sing a song of cheer that we each may gladly bear our own burden.

All our ways are your way, sweet Lord.

(Letter #2,645)

Saturday, May 7, 2022

Shine on the land, that we may heal and grow.

Change stony hearts, that they may relax, finding joy and ease.

Lord, release me of worry and woe. I am a wound spring, teeth clenched. Let peace come to me.

Bless my efforts, that they may bear fruit.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,644)