At length, finding herself much stronger, Isy rose, and they
resumed their journey.
The door stood open to receive them; but ere they reached it, a bright-
looking little woman, with delicate lines of ingrained red in a sorrowful
face, appeared in it, looking out with questioning eyes--like a mother-bird
just loosening her feet from the threshold of her nest to fly and meet
them. Through the film that blinded those expectant eyes, Marion saw what
manner of woman she was that drew nigh, and her motherhood went out to
her. For, in the love-witchery of Isy's yearning look, humbly seeking
acceptance, and in her hesitating approach half-checked by gentle apology,
Marion imagined she saw her own Isy coming back from the gates of Death,
and sprang to meet her. The mediating love of the minister, obliterating
itself, had made him linger a step or two behind, waiting what would
follow: when he saw the two folded each in the other's arms, and the
fountain of love thus break forth at once from their encountering hearts,
his soul leaped for joy of the new-created love--new, but not the less
surely eternal; for God is Love, and Love is that which is, and was, and
shall be for evermore--boundless, unconditioned, self-existent, creative!
"Truly," he said in himself, "God is Love, and God is all and in all! He
is no abstraction; he is the one eternal Individual God! In him Love
evermore breaks forth anew into fresh personality--in every new
consciousness, in every new child of the one creating Father.
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