I was looking at the clouds early in the morning today. It was as if His voice had scarred the sky. I could admire the beauty, I could see the love, I could recognise the intent, yet I could not understand a word that was being said. Oh, how I had misunderstood the Prodromos all this time.
He can be seen shouting but I am so lost in the desert of my soul that I cannot make out a word He is saying.