Priests, soldiers, young and old crammed around me as I explained the life eternal, the image of redemption, eternal salvation and the price we must pay.
God is our Father...the world of nature proclaims His goodness...men must share His divine harmony...you reach God from within...reborn, you recognize the light.
Children sang.
My love went to them.
Astride my donkey I preached to them in simple words.
As the sun slipped behind the city towers there were scores listening and we lingered on the terrace:
“There is light for you for a little while longer...walk while there is light... darkness will come...he who walks in darkness cannot tell where he is going... believe in the light...”
The evening air was becoming chilly; a wind was blowing in from the desert.
With my twelve I walked through the Golden Gate, passing great herds of sheep and goats, grey pastoral sheep and black mountain goats. I was proud of my men, proud of their courage and love, proud of their humility.
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