Sunday, October 31, 2021

I will remove my shoes, walk in bare feet, upon your hallowed ground. Wherever I stand it is thus, for you are with me, in me, upon me.

The mason knows where to set the foundation stone. The potter knows where to pinch. The cobbler, to build a last.

I used to give only dry crumbs when asked, I had nothing else to bestow. You have given me balm and nourishment to offer in friendship.

Standing in bare feet.

(Letter #2,486)