This is how you made me and laid out my path – though I be misshapen and weak. These vexations with which I live all my life, you are the one who made them a part of my days.
I crawl along the wasteland that you made, sun shining upon me as equally upon the king lounging in a nearby oasis.
Why is such a bleak vision? As your child, I am heir to these riches and have been in the shadows of palm fronds all along.
You deem me perfectly made, wherefore do I doubt your design? Let me see myself as you see me, Lord.
(Letter #2,258)
