Fathers and Sons
Fathers and Sons
Is it possible that their prayers and tears are sterile? Is it possible that sacred love, sincere love, is powerless? Both! No matter how enthusiastic, rebellious, and sinful the heart over which the darkness of the grave has closed, the flowers that grow on its soil look at us reassuringly with their innocent eyes: they not only speak to us of eternal stillness, of the stillness of “indifferent” nature, but also eternal contentment, and infinite life.
