Waiting, crouching behind brush. Through a long night, I may see the fox, the elk, the wolf.
Were I walking with purpose and industry, would they visit?
Lord, teach me the value of long stillness.
(Letter #2,589)
Waiting, crouching behind brush. Through a long night, I may see the fox, the elk, the wolf.
Were I walking with purpose and industry, would they visit?
Lord, teach me the value of long stillness.
(Letter #2,589)