The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1922-01-29
Revelation lie Go, and Sin No More

the doorway Of . completed tomb.
II was closed by q great circular
slab that fitted into grooves cut in
the rock.
The refracted sunset light gilded
this slab. and the smooth face OF
the little cliff and the pebbly
stretch before the sepulchre.
David stood back In the shadow
Of the close-growing myrtles and
orleanders.
Six or seven people went By him
1t . little distance. cue he recos-
nised. Il vas John.
At that moment . woman walk,
Ing between John and another half.
turned. looking back toward the
door Of the tomb! Her face,
framed In the folds Of white head
covering, was colorless as wax.
Her eyes swan with the glazing
silver Of tears.
Another woman. whose loosened
hair hung down, sobbed audibly.
her two hands covering her face
e. she walked
John carried . fillet Of thorns-
his arm hanging ct his side %
though II were weighted with lead.
He was unsVare Of David.
The brief sunset lustre failed,
leaving the rock-face cold % ashes.
In the lucid green between the vio-
let cloud strips . minute star
sparkied-the solemn Paschal Sab
bath had begun.
David remained for several min
utcs IN the place where he was.
He understood what he had seen.
There had been burial IN the gar.
den. and the dead body laid IN the
tomb whose entrance was closed
now BY the circular stone was that
Of the crucifed Galilaean,
This knowledse left him cold IS
the stony earth beneath his feet.
It seemed . matter that held
neither interest nor Significance
for him.
All that gave q purpose and
meaning to his existence was bed
ded on Spring flowers In the gr0tto
that opened where the apple and
almond trees were planted. He
turned on this thought. going down
hill swiftly.
Presently all the stars came opt
and II was night. David. sitting
again upon the stone, laid HIS head
on the flowers where the head OF
Astarte rested, and slept deeply.
He dreamed of love that was wor-
ship, and the Joy OF his dreaming
touched his lips with q, smile.
Astarte, still unconscious from
the blow she had received when
the house crumbled above her, lay
like a sleeper tapped in the most
perfect repose.
Not half an arrow-hight away,
IN the nomad's shelter beyond the
foot Of the garden. Rama slept
With her bent arm for Q pillow. At
the threshold OF the shelter Cymon
had stretched himself.
On the following day-the Great
Sabbath sprinkle OF Spring rain
fell. but between the tight showers
the sun shone ont and the garden
droned with the low. deep note OF
a hive 40 countless insects thrumi
med. But nothing Of Astarte
stirred.
Throughout the day David
watched by her, He drank from Q
spring that dubbed IN q hollow OF
the limestone rock. but was aware
Of no hunger. He waited for her
awakening IN the certainty OF one
who watches closed flower. know
ing that at the ordained moment
the petals VIII open.
His spirit was held IN q breath.
lessness that was In itself species
Of motionless rapture He had no
impotence, no doubt. no fear.
He did not again touch her with
his lips, but his eyes dwelt on her
in the mild twilight Of the grotto.
and the hours succeeded each
other almost without his knowl-
edge.
Beyond the garden and in the
I city the river OF circumstance
flowed on - memorable - moving
steadily to It's unknown bourn.
Between the showers Cymon and
Rama wandered down camel paths.
goat paths and foottracks, gazed
from q distance at the sprawIing
encampments~ OF the hundreds 81
pilgrims who could find no shelter
In the town, and laughed at the
skipping Of the little lambs where
few nomad shepherds fed their
sheep.
II was as wonderful to Rama as
q Paradise fresh from the hands
OF God. She gathered the white
brier roses and smiled her soft.
lip-curving smile when the thorns
wounded her
At the gate OF the house Of Herod
Iris, the blonde Greek rosfrrer.
wrapped In q wine.colored cloak.
stood like q soul whose Wild eyes
= have Just opened to the icy half.
light Of Hades. Upon the previous
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