Sunday, November 6, 2022

O! You meet me when I seek you. So then let me incline your way.

On a stony path, if I look to you then you I meet.

In graceful halls, there too, you are with me.

You have never left me, Lord. These encounters, over and over, they make up the present. Past and future are dim ghosts when I live under your gaze.

Let my gait be upright, for I walk with you.

(Letter #2,707)