Chapter 63 Polate's Wife: To a Roman Woman

I saw him walking with the maids in the woods outside Jerusalem, and there were several men and women sitting around him, and he was talking to them in a language I half understood. Yet people can see pillars of light and mountains of crystal without words; hearts can comprehend mysteries that have never been uttered by the mouth and never heard by the ear. He was talking about love and strength to his friends.I know he is talking about love, because there is a soft note in his voice; I know he is talking about power, because his gestures seem to command thousands of troops.Although his words carried more authority than my husband's, he was very kind.

When he saw me passing by, he stopped talking and looked at me kindly.Immediately I felt humble, and in my soul, I knew I was walking by a god. From then on, whenever I was alone at home without visitors, his image would appear; if I closed my eyes for a moment, his gaze would search my soul.His voice controls my quiet night. I shall be bound forever.But there is peace in my pain and freedom in my tears. Dear friend, you have never met this man, and you never will. He has gone beyond our senses.But of all people, he is now the closest to me.