You noted my errors, albeit I am asking you to show me the way so that come to tread it.

I awoke to the good, dreaming of serving it with fidelity and purity. Nevertheless, many tableaux of life have confused my heart.

I followed friends who traced paths of light for me, but themselves became entangled in the snares of darkness.

They induced me to abnegation and abnegation and unselfishness, meanwhile disputing over earthly possessions.

They counseled me to aid without recompense, while themselves clinging to their own interest.

They summoned me to humility, while exalting themselves.

Many spoke of tolerance and patience. When the hour of sacrifice arrived, however, they poured forth bitterness and pessimism as if they bore in their breast a container of fire and bile.

Many times, therefore, I have had disorientation established in my soul.

I know that my ways wound you, that my words afflict you . . . . Even so, forgive me that 1 may understand you.

I do not seek your protection like someone who is protesting.

I am asking you for moral assistance for the love of Christ who died on the cross that we might understand the truth.

However, do not only talk to me. Teach me what 1 should do.

Meimei