The bride often had speech in the mornings. It was a quiet morning and the dawn was appearing with rain clouds.
The Spirit spoke in the thunders. She wrote down a love letter to forward to her Love. In also she made a journal
of thoughts in her mortal life. There was certainly every reason to yearn for immortality. She did want it to the
fullest, for she was not in love with an earthly life, nor an earthly body. The Spirit was inside her living until
the time for the departure. She made way to the windows and in every direction he awaited her. She saw the
morning speech in the flashes of lightening which enlighten her book, and in the rumbles of thunderings when she listened she wanted badly to translate. However, she knew all said would be revealed to her. "Doth Thy speech be of love?"
Her mind imagined it was. It was of course, His promise to avenge the blood of all of his who loved him. The rains softly came and
His speech was a still small voice.
"I love you.." she said like a whisper low... and it carried in a morning speech. --MIISRAEL
