If I have torn my fellows' flesh ever so little, I have kneeled down and kissed the wound with my mouth till it was healed.I have not willed that any soul shall be lost through hate of me.If they have but fancied that Iwronged them I have lain down on the ground before them that they might tread on me, and so, seeing my humiliation, forgive and not be lost through hating me; they have not cared that my soul should be lost; they have not willed to save me; they have not tried that I should forgive them!'
"I said to him, 'See here, be thou content; do not forgive: forget this soul and its injury; go on your way.In the next world perhaps--'
"He cried, 'Go from me, you understand nothing! What is the next world to me! I am lost now, today.I cannot see the sunlight shine, the dust is in my throat, the sand is in my eyes! Go from me, you know nothing! Oh, once again before I die to see that the world is beautiful! Oh, God, God, Icannot live and not love.I cannot live and hate.Oh, God, God, God!' So I left him crying out and came back here."God said, "This man's soul must be saved."And the angel said "How?"
God said, "Go down you, and save it."
The angel said, "What more shall I do?"
Then God bent down and whispered in the angel's ear, and the angel spread out its wings and went down to earth.
And partly I woke, sitting there upon the broken stone with my head on my knee; but I was too weary to rise.I heard the wind roam through the olive trees and among the ruined arches, and then I slept again.
The angel went down and found the man with the bitter heart and took him by the hand, and led him to a certain spot.
Now the man wist not where it was the angel would take him nor what he would show him there.And when they came the angel shaded the man's eyes with his wing, and when he moved it the man saw somewhat on the earth before them.For God had given it to that angel to unclothe a human soul;to take from it all those outward attributes of form, and colour, and age, and ***, whereby one man is known from among his fellows and is marked off from the rest, and the soul lay before them, bare, as a man turning his eye inwards beholds himself.
They saw its past, its childhood, the tiny life with the dew upon it; they saw its youth when the dew was melting, and the creature raised its Lilliputian mouth to drink from a cup too large for it, and they saw how the water spilt; they saw its hopes that were never realized; they saw its hours of intellectual blindness, men call sin; they saw its hours of all-radiating insight, which men call righteousness; they saw its hour of strength, when it leaped to its feet crying, "I am omnipotent;" its hour of weakness, when it fell to the earth and grasped dust only; they saw what it might have been, but never would be.
The man bent forward.
And the angel said, "What is it?"
He answered, "It is I! it is myself!" And he went forward as if he would have lain his heart against it; but the angel held him back and covered his eyes.
Now God had given power to the angel further to unclothe that soul, to take from it all those outward attributes of time and place and circumstance whereby the individual life is marked off from the life of the whole.
Again the angel uncovered the man's eyes, and he looked.He saw before him that which in its tiny drop reflects the whole universe; he saw that which marks within itself the step of the furthest star, and tells how the crystal grows under ground where no eye has seen it; that which is where the germ in the egg stirs; which moves the outstretched fingers of the little newborn babe, and keeps the leaves of the trees pointing upward;which moves where the jelly-fish sail alone on the sunny seas, and is where the lichens form on the mountains' rocks.
And the man looked.
And the angel touched him.
But the man bowed his head and shuddered.He whispered--"It is God!"And the angel re-covered the man's eyes.And when he uncovered them there was one walking from them a little way off;--for the angel had re-clothed the soul in its outward form and vesture--and the man knew who it was.
And the angel said, "Do you know him?"
And the man said, "I know him," and he looked after the figure.
And the angel said, "Have you forgiven him?"But the man said, "How beautiful my brother is!"And the angel looked into the man's eyes, and he shaded his own face with his wing from the light.He laughed softly and went up to God.
But the men were together on earth.
I awoke.
The blue, blue sky was over my head, and the waves were breaking below on the shore.I walked through the little chapel, and I saw the Madonna in blue and red, and the Christ carrying his cross, and the Roman soldiers with the rod, and the Blessed Bambino with its broken face; and then Iwalked down the sloping rock to the brick pathway.The olive trees stood up on either side of the road, their black berries and pale-green leaves stood out against the sky; and the little ice-plants hung from the crevices in the stone wall.It seemed to me as if it must have rained while I was asleep.I thought I had never seen the heavens and the earth look so beautiful before.I walked down the road.The old, old, old tiredness was gone.
Presently there came a peasant boy down the path leading his ass; she had two large panniers fastened to her sides; and they went down the road before me.
I had never seen him before; but I should have liked to walk by him and to have held his hand--only, he would not have known why.
Alassio, Italy.
