One day after prayer, many years ago, I thought of the virgin Mother….

I sensed that she turned and looked at me, gestured for me to sit, then looked into my eyes, her oval face, perfect, bronze-like, Arab-like, gazing at me, glowing like the moon; she smiled before she spoke, regular lips widening over normal white teeth, “daughter,” she began, the word eliciting both joy and anxiety in … Continue reading One day after prayer, many years ago, I thought of the virgin Mother….