You have made me so rich, oh God,
please let me share out Your beauty with open hands.
My life has become an uninterrupted dialogue with You, oh God, one great dialogue.
Sometimes when I stand in some corner of the camp,
my feet planted on Your earth,
my eyes raised toward Your Heavens,
tears sometimes run down my face,
tears of deep emotion and gratitude.
At night, too, when I lie in bed and rest in You, oh God,
tears of gratitude run down my face, and that is my prayer.
— Etty Hillesum
Dutch author of confessional letters, born January 15, 1914