Struggling and suffering have brought me to you. Why do I now seek to do more penance?
My long march has brought me through dark valleys and sunken marshland to this high view. The valley spreads before me. I look upon it at your right hand, Lord.
Let me dwell not on the stony path I walked to get here. I am with you now, and the winds have cleared the skies. Let me stay here long enough feel the sun warm my face.
(Letter #2,154)
