I am the lotus, rising from the mud.

Lord, let me love these conditions in which you have placed me, for from them will grow beauty, joy, peace.
I will unfurl from the muck.
Let me give thanks.
(Letter #2,684)
I am the lotus, rising from the mud.

Lord, let me love these conditions in which you have placed me, for from them will grow beauty, joy, peace.
I will unfurl from the muck.
Let me give thanks.
(Letter #2,684)
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