Our cities are not soulless. They are cathedrals. The high spires of man's endeavors reach toward God. Do not feel lost among the multitudes. My eye is always upon you. The crowded city street is still in my safekeeping. Each face is known to me. Each face is beloved.
You worry that your prayer goes unanswered. You worry that too many ask too much. I am an infinite energy. I do not tire. I am not overwhelmed. Your prayers are known to me. I hear your voice and listen as you speak. You are beloved. No other is like you. You cannot be replaced.
-from Prayers to the Great Creator