The day: a river flowing by. But what of me? Am I merely to watch?
Let me be a river, flowing through brackish land, parched fields, fertile valleys. When I find the sea, will you accept me, Lord?
Let me be a river.
(Letter #3,314)
Daily Letters to God
The day: a river flowing by. But what of me? Am I merely to watch?
Let me be a river, flowing through brackish land, parched fields, fertile valleys. When I find the sea, will you accept me, Lord?
Let me be a river.
(Letter #3,314)