Sunday, September 23, 2007

My dear God,

A new day, fresh. Every day we talk with one another is a new day, fresh. I realize I just concluded my second year in writing you letters. Someone might ask me how I find so many things to talk about. It's easy. When you love someone, you just naturally share in conversation.

A couple days ago I began my third year. I wonder what this year will bring.

I stand
in space and time,
reveling
in the knowledge
of your awesome presence.
Your light
shines upon me
wherever I go.
Your voice
speaks.
I see
and hear
sights and sounds
of faith.
In this remarkable world
I know
the God who speaks.
And He
know me.

Love, Andrea