“Did you know I would take this journey?” she asked.
He said, “I knew it would happen – sometime.”
“But why – now?”
“It was time.”
“Time for what?” she pressed.
“Time for your initiation.”
She paused, looking outside the window at the blank darkness of night, wondering.
“Initiation into what?”
His voice resonated within her heart, unmistakably.
“Into love, into that deeper love that you feared.”
She refused to accept this, but then asked, “What does this love look like, then?”
The answer seemed painfully slow in coming - but finally distinct.
“It receives, and gives, and owns. It knows its source, its mission, its place. So many times before your love accomplished one of these, but not all. Not at the same time.”
She sat, brooding.
“You mean I…I am ready? ” Her words seemed halting, unsure.
“On this journey, you hurt, you searched, you ministered - then you healed. You understood the scope of love, what was only a concept...a book sitting on the shelf...before.”
“So the sickness…the confinement…the seeking…the discoveries…the self-awareness…the direction...the interaction..."
“Yes, you were ready for all of it.”
“Yes, then. I must agree. It is time.”
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