
My heart will not rest until I have arrived home with you, Lord. The stream loses itself in a mighty river, and then, too, the river is lost into the sea.
When I am home, will I lose myself? Will this bring peace?
Am I already home, part of the flowing current?
Let me grasp the hands of my fellows and be one of a people, your children.
(Letter #2,726)
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