Springtime

Lord, this is where, it seems to me me, the two thousand seven hundred twenty-two perspectives You have given us so far blend into one. I find myself sighing Oh My God Oh My God all the time while I read. Your morning sun peeks through that stunningly fresh and delicate spring foliage of the old pear tree in front of my studio window, blue skies, little insects, mist rising from the pond.....

It is good You prepared me for this Letter step by step. Otherwise I might just burst or not know what to do with it. How much more beauty can there be at all?

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