| Finding the Way |
Chapter 6 |
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Several years since, in one of the magazines, was this suggestive story: Once there was a woman who loved a man. He died, and she sought some way to reach him where he was, and could not. Then a heavenly messenger came to her and said: “I have been sent to help thee, for thy crying has been heard. What is thy need?”
The woman answered: “That I may find the soul of my husband, who is dead.”
The Shining One said to her: “That may be done only if there is a bond between you that death could not break.”
She said: “Surely there is a bond. I have lain in his bosom. I have borne the sacred name of wife.”
But the angel shook his head and said: “That is no bond.”
Then she raised her head proudly and said: “Surely there is a bond. I have held his children in my arms; with their innocence have they bound us together. By the sorrow in which I bore them there is an enduring bond.” But the angel said, very sadly: “Even this will not suffice.”
Then the woman paled, but she said: “My spirit and that of my husband were one. In naught were we separate. Each answered each without speech. We were one. Does not that bond hold?”
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