thought it was a very beautiful painting of a
mountainous scene filled with color and
delight, but upon further view, you could
see that there was an image painted in the
lower right hand corner, an old man dressed
in the robes of a priest. Hair the color of
mostly dark gray, the colors within his soul
betrayed his youthful vibrance. Even so,
Padre Pio was filled with energy and light.
Becoming animated, he remained
rather still, but seemed to wish to convey
something to me. As the violent battles
continued all around us, Andy and I were
filled with peace and silence as we gazed
upon the infinite beauty of this holy man.
Nodding towards me, Padre Pio’s gaze gave
me strength and filled me with a sense of
wonder in knowing of his watchful
protection over my body and soul. In his
face was a grand sense of acceptance, as if he
knew of my mission in this life as in regards
to writing, and he approved. In his heavenly
abode, he knew that what I was doing was
indeed the will of God, despite the apparent
contradictions previously discussed.
Encouragement filled his face and a certain
sense of perseverance in the battle for my
life, as well.
brent
(Brent)
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