THE FIRST night, he was still poor, “Sir,” I told him since,
of course, I had no other relatives. I had to take care of him. “I am
the new roommate,” he said, just to conceal that he knew; then
with humility, I raised the rock, and I placed it down softly that
the air wouldn’t blow it away, “Maria is waiting for you,” I said
to him, but she sorrowfully stood behind him because she would
never get to know God since she already carried Him inside her
and when the three women appeared, I showed them the tomb from
where he always knew how to escape, in fact, the rhododendrons
had bloomed and at the turn of the road over the broken pitcher
the young servant girl wasn’t crying anymore.
This was the first miracle.
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