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Egypt. Desert. Heat.

Marianna walks through the sands. The wind rustles her clothes, they are silky, blue. She barely steps, exhausted by the heat, it seems her strength is leaving her. Marianna falls onto the sand.

Marianna… Marianna…

Marianna prayed fervently, passionately,

Her rags worn out, wounds bleeding,

She would have kept going, but had no strength left,

Perhaps now she could be judged rightfully.

Having walked hundreds of meters through the wild desert,

In prayer her soul traversed kilometers;

For everyone, for people and for her beloved once more,

She prayed with her heartfelt words.

Marianna fell, lying motionless;

Only the breeze moves the shifting sands;

Hot sand – like molten lava,

There is no stopping, no shelter here.

A lone scorpion relentlessly prowls,

Crawling towards the rags – they smell foul.

It bites Marianna, God save her:

She must go on! Her life is dearer!

And then angels descend from heaven,

Their traces visible in the clouds against the wind.

Marianna is embraced with unseen strength,

She rises and asks for water;

And the angels quench Marianna from a pitcher,

With holy rays they restore everything.

In a white cloud, angels quench Marianna from a pitcher. They lower her back onto the sand. Marianna lies with her eyes closed.

It seems the sun’s rays shine in my eyes, I awaken…

Marianne had not fully woken up yet.. Before her mind’s eye appeared fire and pages.

Among the flames, the Tablets appeared…

And in gold, they opened to Marianne…

Like petals, the pages unfolded, Piercing her consciousness with Holy Scripture.

Marianne sees ancient writings, They burn before her eyes and within, Calling out in an unknown language, Runic symbols flickering.

The spirit of Ancient Egypt is embedded here, Similar to the Phoenician language.

The Tablets of Commandments? Torah?

There is an answer.

This Covenant calls out with fire in the soul.

It is a core that nests within me, It reflects in my eyes with spirit, The inscriptions are engraved in gold, And in God’s language for all times.

The Tablets fade slowly from the screen,

Like a phone fading, disappearing.

The last page dissolving,

Showing me the bottom edge of a flaming…