I tried to go to
the poor creature, and fondle and comfort him.
At the first step forward that I took, something stopped me.
It was not to be seen, and not to be heard. It stopped me.
The still figure of the dog disappeared from my view: the lonely
scene round me disappeared--excepting the light from heaven, the
tree that sheltered me, and the grass in front of me. A sense of
unutterable expectation kept my eyes riveted on the grass.
Suddenly, I saw its myriad blades rise erect and shivering. The
fear came to me of something passing over them with the invisible
swiftness of the wind. The shivering advanced. It was all round me.
It crept into the leaves of the tree over my head; they shuddered,
without a sound to tell of their agitation; their pleasant natural
rustling was struck dumb. The song of the birds had ceased. The
cries of the water-fowl on the pond were heard no more. There was a
dreadful silence.
But the lovely sunshine poured down on me, as brightly as
ever.
In that dazzling light, in that fearful silence, I felt an
Invisible Presence near me. It touched me gently.
At the touch, my heart throbbed with an overwhelming joy.
Exquisite pleasure thrilled through every nerve in my body. I knew
him! From the unseen world--himself unseen--he had returned to me.
Oh, I knew him!
And yet, my helpless mortality longed for a sign that might give
me assurance of the truth. The yearning in me shaped itself into
words. I tried to utter the words. I would have said, if I could
have spoken: "Oh, my angel, give me a token that it is
You!" But I was like a person struck dumb--I could only think
it.
The Invisible Presence read my thought. I felt my lips touched,
as my husband's lips used to touch them when he kissed me. And
that was my answer. A thought came to me again. I would have said,
if I could have spoken: "Are you here to take me to the better
world?"
I waited. Nothing that I could feel touched me.
I was conscious of thinking once more. I would have said, if I
could have spoken: "Are you here to protect me?"
I felt myself held in a gentle embrace, as my husband's arms
used to hold me when he pressed me to his breast. And that was my
answer.
The touch that was like the touch of his lips, lingered and was
lost; the clasp that was like the clasp of his arms, pressed me and
fell away. The garden-scene resumed its natural aspect. I saw a
human creature near, a lovely little girl looking at me.
At that moment, when I was my own lonely self again, the sight
of the child soothed and attracted me. I advanced, intending to
speak to her. To my horror I suddenly ceased to see her. She
disappeared as if I had been stricken blind.
And yet I could see the landscape round me; I could see the
heaven above me. A time passed--only a few minutes, as I
thought--and the child became visible to me again; walking
hand-in-hand with her father. I approached them; I was close enough
to see that they were looking at me with pity and surprise. My
impulse was to ask if they saw anything strange in my face or my
manner. Before I could speak, the horrible wonder happened again.
They vanished from my view.
Was the Invisible Presence still near? Was it passing between me
and my fellow-mortals; forbidding communication, in that place and
at that time?
It must have been so.
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