Father Sofian the God bearer
I met Emilian late one evening in the paradise of the convent, the place of our meetings. For a year and more, Avva came down every night at nine o’clock. He would leave the door ajar, just long enough to let out an eyelash so that I would know he was there. I was always late, and he waited with infinite patience. Sometimes I’d stop and look at him through the crack in the door. Father was waiting for me, praying. His eyes were closed, his right hand on his left breast, his head slightly bowed towards his shoulder, like […]