Lyle and I had barely nodded at one another before the responsibilities of the day pulled us apart. I had no time to share my vision, nor he his.
The widow told me it was imperative that I check on Grazie. An over-bearing sadness is how she described it.
I caught up with her at the vineyard. Indeed she was shrouded in gloom, and avoided my gaze. On inspiration I shared with her my vision of the Glorious Appearing. That made the difference – hope!
Lyle had been summoned to a meeting by Moglen. He went without hesitation.
At the end of the day we caught up with one another. Stan has returned. And we both had the same vision.
