There is a crowd around the well. Fellows line up for bread. Recognition is doled out one by one.
Limitation in the face of grasping desire.
Lord, let me go last in turn.
(Letter #2,275)
Saturday, April 3, 2021
There is a crowd around the well. Fellows line up for bread. Recognition is doled out one by one.
Limitation in the face of grasping desire.
Lord, let me go last in turn.
(Letter #2,275)
Daily Letters to God 
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