Days are numbered, the sun will set, rains will come, night will fall upon wilderness.
Even as storm rages, Lord, there are places and people untouched. You shine upon me. What duty do the thriving have amidst desolation?
Let me rebuild my neighbor’s ruined hut, warm the shivering ones.
To those who cry for help, let me offer myself.
Could it be you spared me for even greater work, Lord?
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,845)
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