Saturday, August 14, 2021

What endures?

Praise and accolades fade. Fellow feeling disappears like mist. The buildings and structures that bear my name will crumble.

I will die and stand before you at judgment. What will I have to show for myself then?

As I return home, you will ask, Child, whom have you helped? What was your intent?

Grant me improved motives, Lord, for I will face you naked.

(Letter #2,408)