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)

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)

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)

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)

I have found a way to live that brings ease and rest.

The weary, let them see, and learn.

We live in no desert but a garden.

(Letter #2,643)

For whom am I? I am not my own.

My thoughts of self, how I feel, if I thrive, these are distractions and illusion.

I am here to do your will, whether I know or not. Let me seek it, do it.

Let me be yours, O Lord.

(Letter #2,642)

The work of this day is the work of my life. Let me be in this day as I would like all my days to be.

This sunrise is every sunrise.

(Letter #2,641)

I walk through the rooms in your palace; you have entrusted me with the key.

I will polish the fixtures and sweep the stairs in case there are visitors.

None need know I was here. Let them enjoy their stay in your halls.

I, the quiet caretaker. Let it be my way.

(Letter #2,640)

O Lord, what is your will when calamity strikes?

I worry for myself, what can I bear, yet did you not build me with a sturdy back to aid others?

Grant me strength, and words, that may help my fellows, Lord.

(Letter #2,639)

The sun shines on me and on my fellows. It quickens my step; others hide from the heat.

Why are not all filled with energy?

You grant me strength, Lord. Let me use it to lift up my brothers and sisters until they, too, can enjoy the sunshine.

(Letter #2,638)