I may find treasure today, yet still, too, the winds howl. Shall I be eager and expectant, or fearful and sullen?
Lord, I easily find reason for any sentiment. I am the author of my own response. Let my day, then, be writ in love.
(Letter #2,133)
I may find treasure today, yet still, too, the winds howl. Shall I be eager and expectant, or fearful and sullen?
Lord, I easily find reason for any sentiment. I am the author of my own response. Let my day, then, be writ in love.
(Letter #2,133)
