What is the truth of things? That we appear, exist, depart like mist. All is fleeting, yet this moment is permanent.
Let me exist here and now, Lord.
(Letter # 3,191)
Daily Letters to God
What is the truth of things? That we appear, exist, depart like mist. All is fleeting, yet this moment is permanent.
Let me exist here and now, Lord.
(Letter # 3,191)