There is wood to stack, and yet I daydream. The floors need cleaning, yet I am still in bed.
Move me to industry, Lord, as you did before.
How did I travel so far from you? Come to me, bring me back to you.
(Letter #2,256)
There is wood to stack, and yet I daydream. The floors need cleaning, yet I am still in bed.
Move me to industry, Lord, as you did before.
How did I travel so far from you? Come to me, bring me back to you.
(Letter #2,256)
