Your Calling

She bent her head and bowed, wrenching out with all of her heart and willpower to be forgiven, to be blessed. The weight of the world on her temple and palms, she wept and begged and pleaded. There was nothing more powerful than Him, and to Him she turned to in her hours of need. She was there, in the emptiness of holy halls, accompanied only by her conscience and her soul. It is she, who seeks solace and help.

He bent his head and bowed, his body bursting with mirth and humbleness, shining, tingling with joy. He had asked, and he had been given, though it was of course through his many efforts and moments of turmoil. He had made it. He was blessed. To Him, he returned, for it was from Him that he had come from, and he curled up in gratification, heart pouring with thankfulness. It is he, who whispers thank you, and thank you again.

The old man tried to bow, but he couldn't, his back was very bad. Nevertheless, he bent his head and closed his eyes. Like the ones before him, tiny beads of tears formed, running down the side of his cheeks. He had seen many beauties, he had been through many hells, but nothing came close to this, the comfort, the ease, the intimacy. He immersed in the moment, he had no agenda, nothing else - he was just being with Him. It is he, who is at peace.