It was late, and Pavel was the last to leave the building, just like he always was. But this time, instead of hurrying home, he stood nearby for a while, looking around while checking his watch, brows furrowed. Waiting. Suddenly, a large truck turned around a corner and approached the building …
Last night he’d had a strange and wonderful dream … One of those dreams which seem so real they become like a true memory when you wake up from them. But surely, this was but a dream …
She invited him in, closing the door behind him, and found a vase for the roses while she asked if he would like some coffee. He placed the box on the table. ‘With pleasure,’ he replied. She felt his eyes on her back as she walked out to the kitchen.
“Mother.” The Holy Word.May the Light of her Love be a shield from all evil. Envelope us, protect and guide us, in our life.And may we, in turn, cherish and love Her, for all that She is and means for us. When I was a little girl, my granny told me a story about a […]