Monday, June 8, 2020

I approach you, aches and pains and hungry mouth. You strengthen me and feed me. Yet what good is this if my soul remains withered?

Let me bring my soul to you, let us join in training it to flourish. Let it become unselfish.

Let my soul become love and burst from my chest.

Thy will be done, Lord, let me do it.

(Letter #1,976)