And upon an evening I sought Mary.
When I entered her house she was sitting at her loom, but she was not weaving. She was looking into the sky beyond Nazareth.
And I said to her:
“Hail, Mary.”
And she stretched out her arm to me, and said:
“Come and sit beside me, and let us watch the sun pour its blood upon the hills.”
And I sat beside her on the bench and we gazed into the west through the window.
And after a moment Mary said:
“I wonder who is crucifying the sun this eventide.”
Then I said:
“I came to you for comfort. My son has left me for the sea and I am alone in the house across the way.”
Then Mary said: “I would comfort you, but how shall I?”
And I said: “If you will only speak of your son I shall be comforted.”
And Mary smiled upon me, and she laid her hand about my shoulder and she said:
“I will speak of Him. That which will console you will give me consolation.”