I was thinking…what was it like for you?
What was it like every year when you distanced yourself from the people and sat while reflecting on the state of the world, and your relationship with the One that created it?
What was it like to have reality shoved right in front of you and for you to assume a position to guide all of mankind?
What was it like to have been so afraid?
What was it like to have your people exile and try to kill you?
What was it like to cry out to the One that gave you this role in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep?
What was it like to be visited by angelic beings and to have the greatest of them serve as a messenger between you and the Divine One?
What was it like to sweat from the weight of the revelation?
What was it like to see people around you throw themselves into the fire when the Divine One sent you to pull them out?
What must it like to cry for joy seeing people give their wealth, their lives, their time all for the sake of the Divine One?
What was it like for you when the month of blessings and forgiveness began?
I want to ask you one day. . .
Right after I finish stumbling over myself as I try to explain what it was like waiting for the day that my eyes finally fell upon your blessed face.