es as seem to be neither black
nor white nor substance as thou knowest it? These are waves of heat.
So the light taketh its way, and the sound, though the eye of the body
may not discern them. The Waves of Being, thy soul's substance, and
the waves of light and heat and sound, be but one power made manifest
in different degree. And when these unseen waves of melody come to
thee from the Temple and strike against thy Soul, they have but found
their own, and according to their measure do they stir that which thou
callest joy and pain."

"I have seen the waves of fierce heat in the drought time and I have
felt the waves of music breaking over my soul--yet question I, and
doubt sometimes, all things--even God."

"Lift thy face, Mary--look up! The heavens declare the glory of God
and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Ask of thyself who laid the
foundations of the earth? Who shut up the sea with doors and said
'Thus far shalt thou come but no farther and here shall thy proud waves
be stayed'? Who hath bound the cluster of the Pleiades? Who hath
loosed the band of Orion? Who hath put understanding in the inward
parts? The _inward parts_, Mary, that still, small voice? Thou dost
not doubt. That which thou calleth 'doubt' is but the unrest of
growing, for thou dost ever grow in grace and knowledge of the Truth."

"And shouldst not one find wisdom who oft sitteth at the feet of the
Master of Wisdom and who worketh mighty miracles? Anna hath been to
Nain and hath brought back a strange story."

"How went the story?"

"To the home of a kinsman who owned vineyards near Nain did Anna go.
And in Nain there lived a widow whose lot had been hard, for when her
husband died his creditors came upon her and when they had done, a
Temple lawyer had her one small field and the creditor drove away her
milch goats and all the kids that were her winter meat. So grievous
was her lot that she must needs fast to save her Temple mite. Nor was
this the end of her pitiful plight, for her only son, as he was
treading the wine-press, was smitten on the head by the sun, and died.
Anna and her brother went to the funeral to help make mourning, and
never hath she seen so queer an ending to shrill wailing as she saw
that day. 'Ah, if thou couldst have been there,' said Anna. 'From
Endor to Nain was Rabbi Jesus journeying accompanied by many. Shouting
his praises were the men. Waving olive branches were the women while
children did