It was finished. The
greater task remained: the Universe of mind, of soul. Out of man it
should be created. God in man and man in God: made in like image: fellow
labourers together with one another: together they should build it. Out
of the senseless strife and discord, above the chaos and the tumult
should be heard the new command: "Let there be Love."
The striking of the old church clock recalled her to herself. But she
had only a few minutes' walk before her. Mary had given up her Church
work. It included the cleaning, and she had found it beyond her failing
strength. But she still lived in the tiny cottage behind its long strip
of garden. The door yielded to Joan's touch: it was seldom fast closed.
And knowing Mary's ways, she entered without knocking and pushed it to
behind her, leaving it still ajar.
And as she did so, it seemed to her that someone passing breathed upon
her lips a little kiss: and for a while she did not move. Then, treading
softly, she looked into the room.
It welcomed her, as always, with its smile of cosy neatness.
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