When I entered the room, she was sitting on the old chair as usual, in a corner, turning the overused pages of the Bible.
I could not say if she she could understand,
But, her concentration was impenetrable.
In her spare time she will gingerly stared at the book mumbling…
She was praying and she was beautiful, enlightened.
Regrettably , “Belief is a gift that I have not yet received”*
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