Book Description | From Stephen to Magdalene, I still feel, to this day, the beauty of that place that I stood in your hands yesterday, and I still touch my chest with my hands to know where my heart is in my ribs, fearing that it has flown away with joy in that happiness that granted everything that the chosen one wishes to have and which I do not believe are the sons of eternity. They destined for themselves in the abode of their bliss something better than it, and if no one were to worship the one to whom the best, richest, and most abundant blessings are bestowed for all goodness and righteousness, you would find me, Magdalene, prostrating before your hands at every rising sun of the prostration of a grateful servant to the gracious God. |