Then she spoke of Jesus, and she spoke long of all that was in the beginning.
And it seemed to me that in her speech she would have no difference between her son and mine.
For she said to me:
“My son is also a seafarer. Why would you not trust your son to the waves even as I have trusted Him?
“Woman shall be forever the womb and the cradle but never the tomb. We die that we may give life unto life even as our fingers spin the thread for the raiment that we shall never wear.
“And we cast the net for the fish that we shall never taste.
“And for this we sorrow, yet in all this is our joy.”
Thus spoke Mary to me.
And I left her and came to my house, and though the light of the day was spent I sat at my loom to weave more of the cloth.