The tide comes in, and goes out.
The sun rises, and sets.
Rain, then drought.
The weather is changing, Lord. In what season am I — growth, harvest, winter dormancy? Does it matter?
Let me live into you nonetheless.
(Letter #2,356)
The tide comes in, and goes out.
The sun rises, and sets.
Rain, then drought.
The weather is changing, Lord. In what season am I — growth, harvest, winter dormancy? Does it matter?
Let me live into you nonetheless.
(Letter #2,356)
