My own soul, as invisible as you, Lord.
Walk out my door — resplendent sky, glimmering dew, soothing mist. Am I looking at you?
What, then, can be seen of my own spirit?
(Letter #3,915)
My own soul, as invisible as you, Lord.
Walk out my door — resplendent sky, glimmering dew, soothing mist. Am I looking at you?
What, then, can be seen of my own spirit?
(Letter #3,915)