I am a stone, in a wall, in a field, outside of the village.
Did I mark the edge of a pasture? Hide a secret garden? Keep out the hordes?
Whatever my purpose then, Lord, let me today be the resting place for a weary walker.
(Letter #3,417)
Daily Letters to God
I am a stone, in a wall, in a field, outside of the village.
Did I mark the edge of a pasture? Hide a secret garden? Keep out the hordes?
Whatever my purpose then, Lord, let me today be the resting place for a weary walker.
(Letter #3,417)