When the mist clears, and the landscape is seen, how shall I react to what I see?
Will I wish for a more orderly and bountiful garden, for finer outbuildings? Will I see the crowds gathering and so feel menaced?
Lord, the clarity itself is your gift. I can see the path, its borders, the obstacles, the treasures.
Let me be useful to you and to my fellows, dear friend, with this new sight.
(Letter #2,112)
