The day unfurls like a bloom.
Planted here, I reach for sky.
A field of us, following the sun from horizon to horizon. Lord, let our faces not stay hidden! Let our bodies stand true!
Breath is life; the whole field breathes.
(Letter #3,787)
Daily Letters to God
The day unfurls like a bloom.
Planted here, I reach for sky.
A field of us, following the sun from horizon to horizon. Lord, let our faces not stay hidden! Let our bodies stand true!
Breath is life; the whole field breathes.
(Letter #3,787)