ماجدولين

From Stephen to Majdouline I still feel even now the beauty of that place I performed between your hands yesterday, and I still touch my chest with my hand to know where my heart is among my ribs, fearing that it has flown out joyfully with that happiness which is all that the chooser wishes to be, and which I do not think the children of eternity can consider better for themselves in their house of bliss. And if no one could worship whom best bestows upon him the most blessings and the most abundant and complete for every goodness and goodness, I would find myself, oh Majdouline, prostrating before you at every sunrise, the prostration of the grateful servant to the gracious Lord.