Meeting the Father Sister Isabelle Rose has met the Father, sits swinging in a long roped swing descending from Heaven where mists   rise like those over the Holyoke Bridge. She sits swinging, her body slim her hair light brown, curled,   no glasses set upon her nose, happy to be held in God’s grace but not in his arms, just as she   was in the convent when married to his son, Jesus Christ, swinging through the … [Read more...]