I look to times where later I may face choices, but what of my path now? Are my feet not already at a fork in the way?
Every moment, filled already with infinite choice.
Let me see the freedom of choosing, dear Lord.
(Letter #2,697)
I look to times where later I may face choices, but what of my path now? Are my feet not already at a fork in the way?
Every moment, filled already with infinite choice.
Let me see the freedom of choosing, dear Lord.
(Letter #2,697)