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-====== The Inner Life 1937 ======
+====== The Inner Life ======
-The Herald of the New Age
+== THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | JANUARY 1937 ==
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+==== THE FACE OF GOD ====
+</WRAP>
+<WRAP justify>
+A WOMAN aspired so to live, that she may look upon the Face of God.
+She came upon a springtime butterfly, dripping in the dew of a New Birth, born of patience and plodding, uphill care. It clung to her ministering hands, and spread wide its untried wings. It fluttered timidly from nectar to nectar, and masterfully drank of Nature’s store. She sought for earthly words to name its heavenly hues, but there were none. The Woman wondered if this might be the Face of God.
+She found a little child whom Mother Nature had forgot. Strong arms were called upon to aid the weak limbs; gay stories filled the motherless hours; bright colored play-things unfolded the seeds of love and expectancy, and promises they evoked the glow of innocence and trust that can be found only in the heart of a child.
+The Woman wondered: could this be the Face of God?
+She thrilled to see a Builder rare, ’mid mortar brick and freshcut pine. And watched the form of a Home rise up to greet the nodding trees and understanding birds. Helped him to brighten it with ivory coat that Love and Life may dwell therein. Saw him cast his tools aside to gaze with exultation at the creation of his hands.
+The Woman wondered if this were like the Face of God.
+She turned the One she loved to a hopeful sister, that her life might be fulfilled. And the eternal Miracle unfolded itself to the sister. With starry gaze of wonderment, she breathed, “It can’t keep on living . . . it wasn’t . . . and now it is . . . !”
+The Woman wondered if she had found the Face of God.
+She sought to serve a heart-wounded man who walked in utter darkness. The trod sweet scented paths of moist earth and heavy-laden trees, and listed to the breezes singing throughout the branches; felt the play of sunbeams dancing hither and yon; called to the birds; thrilled to the vibrant trot of passing colts, and stroked the fur of a noble shepherd dog.
+Together they felt the trickling raindrops on their faces, cooling, healing.
+She led him to an organ symphony and heard the swell of bursting bounds; held his quivering hand and saw the light of exaltation flood his being.
+The Woman wondered if she were looking upon the Face of God.
+She turned her face to the star-lit heavens and traced the speech of the Infinite in the ever-changing pattern of the luminous clouds of the Milky Way. She communed with the Night Light, ever faithful to the Day Light. She pondered upon the labors of the Universe, and longed to feel the Soul of Man.
+The Woman wondered if this were truly the Face of God.
+She opened her only man-child’s eyes to the adoration of a prayerful maid, who, for many long months, had spent the dawns upon her knees, the empty nights drenched in hopelessness. The maid crept to her bedside one moonlit eve, trembling ’neath crystal tears. “It—can’t—be—true. He loves me! It’s more than I can bear. It—can’t—be—true.”
+The Woman wondered if this could be the Face of God.
+She walked with a Mystic, borne high on the wings of ecstasy; awed at the Oneness of All; saw eternal Truths designed to mould the heart; heard him utter Revelations of purest sublimity.
+The Woman wondered: is this the Face of God?
+She nursed an aged Mother and listened to her memories. A carefree childhood, a dream-filled youth; the bridal path, the valley of the shadow of death, motherhood and sacrifice; domestic bliss and love, pure as crystal waters; the agony of bereavement and the Peace of Time; success and failure, frustrate hopes and answered prayers; the parting with young sapling offspring and the prodigal return; once again, love, the altar, and grandbabies; darkness born of weakness; the passing of one’s mate; walking alone; the Wisdom of Age; approaching rest and thankfulness.
+She spoke, too, of the joys of Labor, and of Friendship, and of Giving.
+The Woman wondered and knew not that in all these glimpses of Reality were hidden the Face of God.
+Dedicated To Every Seeking Soul. —Mrs. Freda Gursky
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