The rooms and habits are tidy, but what of my thoughts? My mind runs like a hare, darting here and there without rest.
Grant me peace, Lord. Let inner life meet outer.
(Letter #4025)
The rooms and habits are tidy, but what of my thoughts? My mind runs like a hare, darting here and there without rest.
Grant me peace, Lord. Let inner life meet outer.
(Letter #4025)