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Polaris, v. 2, issue 2, June 1941
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POLARIS 9 no need to work myself to the bone, to make both ends meet. when you've seen the Almighty, you mustn't forget to come back and visit a while. Sara was quite touched, but once more she thought: "Poor Ira; he'll be alone on earth, toiling and moiling as before." At last they reached the top of the mountain, and here stood the Almighty's own house. It was much larger than the great cathedral she had once seen when she was in Washington. The Almighty, in bishop's robes, was just going in, but stood still on seeing her. Sara began to tremble, for she had heard that the Almighty was very severe, and she knew that she had many a time been different from what she should have been. She stood still with downcast eyes and folded hands. She hoped the Lord would not be too hard on her. "Ah, good day, Sara!" She heard to her astonishment that it was the Almighty himself who was speaking so gently to her. "Welcome to heaven!" Come and shake hands with me as our custom is." Sara went timidly up to him, and falling on her knees, began to cry, for she thought this was so much too good for a poor sinner like herself. "Rise my child," said the Almighty, and he dried her tears and told her that she must be happy now, for all her sorrows would be turned into joy and happiness here in heaven. At this Sara found courage to say: "You mustn't for all the world think I've had a hard time of it before. It's only bad people who say that Ira beat me, and I can't recollect that he ever took so much as a drop of spirits when he was in town. He was so good and kind to me, and we lived so happily together, that I don't remember that there was ever so much as a bad word between us." "It's quite right and proper for you to speak so well of your husband," said the Almighty. "But now you must go with the angel there, and look about you in Paradise, and then decide what you want to do, and what you want to be here; for it is the custom here for everyone to be what he or she likes best." "Oh," thought Sara, "it can't be very much that I'm good for," but the angel who had fetched her now took her with him, and they descended the mountain, but on the other side. They crossed little lakes, that shone rosy in the light of heaven, and on which swam flocks of white swans, singing more beautifully than she had heard anything sing before. The angel told her that these swans had also been people on earth, and that they had all had a talent for singing, but no money to pay for their training; so the Almighty had made them into swans, so that they could sing as beautifully as they liked. Along the banks Sara saw a great many water lilies rocking on the waves, with their open chalices turned toward the sky. The angel told her that these had been women who had been especially poetically inclined,but had never become what they meant to be on earth, and so the Almighty had blessed them in this way. The butterflies that fluttered about them were the Almighty's thoughts that now and then alighted and rested for a time on their petals. The angel then asked Sara whether she would like to be either a swan or a water lily. "Gracious no!" she said, for she was thinking once more of
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POLARIS 9 no need to work myself to the bone, to make both ends meet. when you've seen the Almighty, you mustn't forget to come back and visit a while. Sara was quite touched, but once more she thought: "Poor Ira; he'll be alone on earth, toiling and moiling as before." At last they reached the top of the mountain, and here stood the Almighty's own house. It was much larger than the great cathedral she had once seen when she was in Washington. The Almighty, in bishop's robes, was just going in, but stood still on seeing her. Sara began to tremble, for she had heard that the Almighty was very severe, and she knew that she had many a time been different from what she should have been. She stood still with downcast eyes and folded hands. She hoped the Lord would not be too hard on her. "Ah, good day, Sara!" She heard to her astonishment that it was the Almighty himself who was speaking so gently to her. "Welcome to heaven!" Come and shake hands with me as our custom is." Sara went timidly up to him, and falling on her knees, began to cry, for she thought this was so much too good for a poor sinner like herself. "Rise my child," said the Almighty, and he dried her tears and told her that she must be happy now, for all her sorrows would be turned into joy and happiness here in heaven. At this Sara found courage to say: "You mustn't for all the world think I've had a hard time of it before. It's only bad people who say that Ira beat me, and I can't recollect that he ever took so much as a drop of spirits when he was in town. He was so good and kind to me, and we lived so happily together, that I don't remember that there was ever so much as a bad word between us." "It's quite right and proper for you to speak so well of your husband," said the Almighty. "But now you must go with the angel there, and look about you in Paradise, and then decide what you want to do, and what you want to be here; for it is the custom here for everyone to be what he or she likes best." "Oh," thought Sara, "it can't be very much that I'm good for," but the angel who had fetched her now took her with him, and they descended the mountain, but on the other side. They crossed little lakes, that shone rosy in the light of heaven, and on which swam flocks of white swans, singing more beautifully than she had heard anything sing before. The angel told her that these swans had also been people on earth, and that they had all had a talent for singing, but no money to pay for their training; so the Almighty had made them into swans, so that they could sing as beautifully as they liked. Along the banks Sara saw a great many water lilies rocking on the waves, with their open chalices turned toward the sky. The angel told her that these had been women who had been especially poetically inclined,but had never become what they meant to be on earth, and so the Almighty had blessed them in this way. The butterflies that fluttered about them were the Almighty's thoughts that now and then alighted and rested for a time on their petals. The angel then asked Sara whether she would like to be either a swan or a water lily. "Gracious no!" she said, for she was thinking once more of
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