It was a moment that found me as if by accident, i saw her at the well, hem rich and spoilt with earth. A mother blessed among women, yet a child chosen among all women, for nothing said by God can be impossible.
There came then music with this message, it was wine to the heart, for within your soul, u too could say, this is where true feeling on earth is concieved. The earth, an earthy oaty sneezy essence, the music of the fork apoun the straw, and the melody of another language from another time.
She rose almost in a royal manner, yet carried the fragrance of lambs wool like any other simple shepard girl, but she, a lady of Nazereth, her hair, long, curly, frayed, with an dusky shine, cheeks were chilly rosy, jug in arms, was blessed and angelic in her gaze, and destitute but imaculate in her life. Her very being and childlike innocence was held within a warm spiritual glow, equal to the first falling of the blinding hugging rays of the golden sun of Eden.
A sacred heart, the inner maze of feelings and the laberynth of emotion, nurtured by the enigma of her understanding and the riddles of her most beautiful dreams, that seemed to escape from her finger tips and footsteps, and the language of her body, a beautiful sillouette against the early morning pollen blown harvest sunlight, was a soft soapy marble tainted sculpture of evidence of Gods love and warm burning passion for the cotinued persuit of his flawlessness in his perfectionof human creation. It was only one moment, with a girl called Mary.
I found myself in a daydream, in a place called Nazereth, from another time, catching a glimpse of a young woman who would change all our lives to the end of time.