A great silence followed, till at last she drew away the folds of her white robe and showed me to the inner depths of her pure spirit. There in the centre of the heart, composed of light and love, I saw the Figure and the Cross. I could ask no further, and in silence she drew the soft folds back again.
“It is the link that joins the earth to us, us to the earth,” she observed at last. “It is born in our children, none yet have come to us without it. If you care to examine into the structure of your own spirit you will find it too.”
“Oh, yes. I was fully aware of what was in myself. But I thought I was somewhat unique.”
She burst out laughing.
“There now, that’s another touch of Nature that makes the whole world kin. It’s surprising the amount of people who think they are ‘the only ones.’”
She was still laughing when Jesus joined us. She ran to meet Him, happy, light-hearted, and beautiful as summer sunlight. Together they truly made a most wonderful picture of beauty and perfection, though she was slightly the taller of the two.
He took the seat I offered Him and she arranged it most comfortably with cushions, still laughing at what she termed my “very common conceit.”
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