I walk, I seek. Are you also seeking me?
Is my walking to be a march, rigid and regimented? A wander, aimless and meandering?
Let me run with joy through new meadows, Lord. Let this be the day’s march.
Find me at the end of it.
(Letter #2,738)
I walk, I seek. Are you also seeking me?
Is my walking to be a march, rigid and regimented? A wander, aimless and meandering?
Let me run with joy through new meadows, Lord. Let this be the day’s march.
Find me at the end of it.
(Letter #2,738)