Chapter 37 Maria the Great

His mouth was like the heart of a pomegranate, and his eyes had deep shadows. He is kind, as one who knows his own strength. In my dream, I saw the kings of the earth standing in awe before the ground. I want to describe his face, but how do I describe it? It is like a quiet night without darkness, and a good day without noise. It was a sad face, but also a joyful face. I vividly remember one time when he stretched out his hand in the air, and his outstretched fingers were as strong as the branches of an elm tree. I still remember him pacing at night.He is not walking, he himself is the road on the road, like the clouds that are above the earth and are about to descend to moisten the earth.

But when I stood in front of him and spoke to him, he was human again.His face was full of strength.He asked me, "Miriam, what is your business?" I didn't answer, my wings covered my secret, and my heart became warm. I couldn't bear his gaze any longer, so I turned away, not out of shame, but just out of shame.I would like to be alone in peace and let his fingers touch my heartstrings.