Monday 15 December 2008

Biffy Clyro

Jane, your little feet are bare; lie down and cover yourself with my quilt."  I did so: she put her arm over me, and I nestled close to her.  After a long silence, she resumed, still whispering--  "I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about.  We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.  I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me.  By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings.  I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault."  "But where are you going to, Helen?  Can you see?  Do you know?"  "I believe; I have faith: I am going to God."  "Where is God?  What is God?"  "My Maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created.  I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me."  "You are sure, then, Helen, that there is such a place as heaven, and that our souls can get to it when we die?"  "I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to Him without any misgiving.  God is my father; God is my friend: I love Him; I believe He loves me."  "And shall I see you again, Helen, when I die?"  "You will come to the same region of happiness: be received by the same mighty, universal Parent, no doubt, dear Jane."  Again I questioned, but this time only in thought.  "Where is that region?  Does it exist?"  And I clasped my arms closer round Helen; she seemed dearer to me than ever; I felt as if I could not let her go; I lay with my face hidden on her neck.  Presently she said, in the sweetest tone--  "How comfortable I am!  That last fit of coughing has tired me a little; I feel as if I could sleep: but don't leave me, Jane; I like to have you near me."  "I'll stay with you, _dear_ Helen: no one shall take me away."

3 comments:

  1. Oh H, it sounds as if you are in much the same place as me. Sorry to hear it's so hard at the mo. I'm hardly one to dispense advice, but try to keep talking, if you can.

    Lola x

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  2. Thanks Lola and I will try. I think talking about is maybe one of the best (and only things) I can do. And the same to you, keep blogging or talking to someone at least. x

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