This tangled wood, are these my wilderness days? I lurch from tree to tree, dizzy and blind, out of balance.
A clear path is just steps away, lit and smooth. Why do I not walk it?
You have made the way broad for me, Lord, yet I stumble along a single winding track. Such pride I take in the privation it brings!
I have no need to be in this bramble.
Make me willing to step upon this easy roadway, and let your will wash through me, be done through me, Lord.
(Letter #2,456)
