You drew me with loving kindness.
Now by the lakeside, do I see the multitudes the way you saw me?
No towers are erected on the beach, for they are built only to be swept away.
I stand exposed yet protected. How can I so enfold my fellows?
Let me try, Lord. You drew me to try.
(Letter #3,353)
Daily Letters to God 
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