Florian Wolper Ermit
My Orp
First glance wonders if he is one of a long ago sects that walls themselves up with only minimal outside view. In this way they pray for salvation, cherishing final glances of the world. As their life fades, their very soul was thought to be purified.
Yet I look again and notice other light besides the cross formed through the wall in front of the penitent. This is not so dark and morbid after all. That is good, for there is something of warmth and caring and goodness that draws me back again. Here in this alcove and this penitent there is a strength and decency which offers me hope and trust.
