Monday, January 31, 2022

Let me be a window through which can be seen an Alpine meadow with trickling spring. The better I perform my duty, the less will I be seen nor remarked upon.

Even then, let me swell not with pride at my careful transparency. Even in secret I may congratulate myself.

Let them see through me, let me see through myself – transparent to your love, dear Lord.

(Letter #2,578)