… and, as she walked towards the Citadel of Damascus, she knew this one time she was walking through stillness. A silent and gentle walk of waiting. She knew she had played her part. Answered a pool of the pile of expectations, parting with its infinity. Planted the seeds of the Rose, the Damascene Rose. […]
The heart strings are playing the song
Oh, Dearest Father!
My God, how he felt the music while conducting! Every cell of his being had become one with the orchestra.