Walking the mews, amid the forlorn and spent.
Shapes and murmurs.
Grant me the grace to view my fellows with some portion of the love and forgiveness you bestowed upon me.
Can I love even now? Let me Love.
(Letter #3,378)
Daily Letters to God
Walking the mews, amid the forlorn and spent.
Shapes and murmurs.
Grant me the grace to view my fellows with some portion of the love and forgiveness you bestowed upon me.
Can I love even now? Let me Love.
(Letter #3,378)