The tide itself was the greatest marvel, slipping away so
noiselessly, and creeping back so softly over the flats,
whispering as it reached the sands, and laughing aloud "I am
coming!" as, dashing against the rocks, it drove me back to where
the sea-lovage and purple beach-peas had dared to root
themselves. I listened, and felt through all my little being that
great, surging word of power, but had no guess of its meaning. I
can think of it now as the eternal voice of Law, ever returning
to the green, blossoming, beautiful verge of Gospel truth, to
confirm its later revelation, and to say that Law and Gospel
belong together. "The sea is His, and He made it: and His hands
formed the dry land."
And the dry land, the very dust of the earth, every day revealed
to me some new miracle of a flower. Coming home from school one
warm noon, I chanced to look down, and saw for the first time the
dry roadside all starred with lavender-tinted flowers, scarcely
larger than a pin-head; fairy-flowers, indeed; prettier than
anything that grew in gardens.
Pages:
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122