Creation's life-giving freshness

1 "Creation's life-giving freshness are the outward signs of eternal Love. Here, in this chapel, Michelangelo penned it, not with words, but with the richness of a riot of colors. The End is as invisible as the Beginning,” John Paul II

Coimbra - Portugal

She was dreaming again, it was a variation of the same dream she'd been having for ninety-five years.

Sister Lucia exhaled through her mouth as her eyes moved rapidly towards the dream state- That familiar waterfall of marvelous love showered her again and her heart took wings to follow. She was riding upon a heavenly current of love and incredibly beautiful music, when she found herself completely free of her flesh. Her form took on a spiritual body that had the appearance of light. She was floating and found herself within familiar surroundings. It was the dome of Saint Mary's at Zeitoun. She heard a rustling sound and smelled a lovely scent. It was like roses with a touch of peppermint.

She appeared to Sister Lucia composed of light, the various shadings made it possible to make out subtle colors and even flesh tones that composed the form of a beautiful woman. She wore a cloth over her hair, and was covered in fabric that looked comfortable, flowing down towards her ankles. Her skin and face were as youthful as any eighteen year old, but somehow she seemed timeless and ageless.

"Love," the radiant Lady was telling her," is not the product of any particular religion. It is the rightful province of each and every human heart. Learn to have an even mind, which offers gratitude and praise to God in every situation of life, no matter how you think things are going. Endure and remember to sing life's song with gladness. As I told you in Fatima, over eighty years ago, the time draws near and we must prepare as many as possible."

Sister Lucia's alarm clock sprang to life and Vivaldi soared throughout the room. She kept the volume up as her hearing wasn't what it use to be. Five-thirty a.m. sharp as usual, she awoke to find herself back in her small room on the third floor in Coimbra. St. Theresa's was known for producing high quality rosaries, most prepared or inspected by Sister Lucia herself. She needed to prepare several more for missionaries, at her pace she could probably finish two before the breakfast call. She found herself thinking about Cardinal Bertone, how was she to convince him to release the final secret. She felt as if she didn't have enough time and wondered who had more, her or the planet?