Wisdom of Solomon, 5
11. like a bird flying across the sky leaving no trace of its flight; it beats the light air with its pinions, cleaving a way by the force of its wings but without a sign of its passing;
11. like a bird flying across the sky leaving no trace of its flight; it beats the light air with its pinions, cleaving a way by the force of its wings but without a sign of its passing;
“Feliz a alma que atinge o nível de perfeição que Deus deseja!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
