I draw near. You draw near.
What I learn here cannot be spoken, there are no words and it slips away as the sun rises.
Morning, noon, night — I draw near that you may draw near.
The law of nearness.
(Letter #3,184)
Saturday, September 23, 2023
I draw near. You draw near.
What I learn here cannot be spoken, there are no words and it slips away as the sun rises.
Morning, noon, night — I draw near that you may draw near.
The law of nearness.
(Letter #3,184)
Daily Letters to God 
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