It was only the beauty, the majesty of the clouds; they are massed together like enemies ready to destroy us. But the poor; ah, I can see the hand of God in those clouds!
Esther.
Which God, Rosa?
Rosa.
The God of all peoples, of all faiths—the God who knows no ceremony but the way of living, and no creed but what He plants in the hearts of every one.
Esther.
You are a strange sort of Christian! You talk like Rafael! [Exit Rosa, as if to avoid the subject.] I wonder if she ever talks with Rafael! Sachel, I see Aaron!
I'll make him speak first.
Enter Aaron.