Then, with his sight still sharply aimed at her eyes filled with unknown prophecies, Jeremy hurled the two parts of the Kerchief on the table alongside her. Her aged, ripened hand elevated from its resting place on her lap and slammed down on the two parts, stopping their momentum before they fell to the floor from Jeremy’s thrust. “Here, we have them all now, what next?” The woman smiled at him. She placed the pieces together to form one, doing it slowly, as if she knew they wanted to see the man’s image on the cloth. Through her teasing of their eyes, an excitement mixed with speculation went through their minds, seeing that the old woman was taking her time in placing such a simple puzzle together, made up of only two pieces with the image being the greatest puzzle of all. Finally, she placed all three pieces together completely, and they all slowly surrounded the table, seeing the one mystery that the whole world was born to see, would love to see and to solve: the revealing of the Lord’s image.
