Pleasant and lovely

I miss the great, broad nave, my entourage, now absent, that was assembled on our altar, the frequent scent of frankincense and the warm candlelight, the sunshine cast through the coloured windows, and the women, men, and children, who conversed, played, prayed, and conducted business at my feet.

I have been torn from my surroundings.

I saw who entered the confession boxes, and who took pains to avoid them, for I stood directly before them. Never did I fear that my son might slip from my arms. He is a well-behaved child. The fingers of his left hand gently clasp a soft fold of cloth; his right hand rests upon his knee. Elegant and harmonious does our relationship appear.