Rain, wind, sun, trees.
Storms upend my shelter.
Flowers open at dawn, and watch me reestablish my dwelling place.
You shine upon me. Am I the flower or the worker?
Whichever am I, let me do your will today, Lord.
(Letter #2,370)
Rain, wind, sun, trees.
Storms upend my shelter.
Flowers open at dawn, and watch me reestablish my dwelling place.
You shine upon me. Am I the flower or the worker?
Whichever am I, let me do your will today, Lord.
(Letter #2,370)
