It seemed to us that Mary could not believe that the plain had given birth to the mountain; in the whiteness of her heart she did not see that the ridge is a pathway to the summit.
She knew the man, but because He was her Son she dared not know Him.
And on a day when Jesus went to the lake to be with the fishermen she said to me: “What is man but this restless being that would rise from the earth, and who is man but a longing that desires the stars?
“My son is a longing. He is all of us longing for the stars.
“Did I say my son? May God forgive me. Yet in my heart I would be His mother.”
Now, it is hard to tell more of Mary and her Son, but though there shall be husks in my throat, and my words shall reach you like cripples on crutches, I must needs relate what I have seen and heard.
It was in the youth of the year when the red anemones were upon the hills that Jesus called His disciples saying to them: “Come with me to Jerusalem and witness the slaying of the lamb for the Passover.”
Upon the selfsame day Mary came to my door and said: “He is seeking the Holy City. Will you come and follow Him with me and the other women?”
And we walked the long road behind Mary and her son till we reached Jerusalem. And there a company of men and women hailed us at the gate, for His coming had been heralded to those who loved Him.
But upon that very night Jesus left the city with His men.
We were told that He had gone to Bethany.