There was no procession, no guarded threshold, no architecture announcing importance.
No herald cried out His name.
No priest stood watch.
No lamp burned brighter than another.
Instead, there was the quiet sound of breathing.
The star did not blaze or thunder. It simply rested. As if it had reached the end of its sentence.
We stood still.
Instead, there was the quiet sound of breathing.
The star did not blaze or thunder. It simply rested. As if it had reached the end of its sentence.
We stood still.