I seek and search for you, a wanderer, lost in wilderness.
I look for you in the glory of the dawn, in the quiet beauty of charity, in the healing of broken souls.

All my seeking in vain, for: you are in me.
You are in me, Lord, let me thus stop my wandering and searching.
It is over. It never was. You are in me.
(Letter #2,699)
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