So many paths — through bramble, through forest, through sunlit glades. Here by the mountains, they all lead up.
Which path to take? Is one more virtuous than another? Of what note is the harder way, when there are others more easily trod?
The world is not the world. I bring to it the shadows of yesterday, the hopes for tomorrow. Let me see it clearly, Lord. Today, today, today without story.
(Letter #3,911)
Daily Letters to God 