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could restore her daughter. Thus she shut out heaven, and the light of her world grew dim.
The passing of the years softened her some. Eventually, she ceased to blame Jack for Lily’s death, though she never quit e forgave or forgot. Happiness—or a likeness of it—slowly made its way back into their marriage. Nothing like their previous love ever returned. They were more like well-acquainted roommates with a mutual bond: Catherine. All their work and focus centered on Catherine, and then engulfed the other children when they came along.
Angela’s relationship with God improved over time as well. It was not the same, however. Her view of God had been altered. He no longer possessed that infinite mercy and good will in which she once believed. Her new god was harsh and hard, difficult to please, terrible to cross.
I closed the book. Tear drops clung to my cheeks. Wiping them away, I picked up the book and went back out where Lyra sat humming. I approached and placed the book on the counter in front of her. Lyra looked up at me and seemed to read the expression on my face. No doubt, also, she knew perfectly the contents of Angela’s book.
Still she smiled at me as though there wasn’t a care in the entire universe. “All stories have sad parts, Forenica.” She took my hand and squeezed it tight. “This one’s ending has yet to be written, though. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a very happy ending.”
A fresh tear formed and made its way down my cheek. “Thank you,” I replied softly.
“Thank you , dear. Thank you . Please come see me anytime. I do so love to see you.”
I promised I would, then turned to leave. Lyra had given me hope. I knew what I needed t o do. It was time to meet Lily.
VII
Lily
A ll children belong to Heaven. It defies the mercy of God to send an innocent child to Hell. And so I went to the Nursery, where I knew I could find Lily, still a baby, waiting for Angela and Jack to return and finish raising her.
No walls or roof enclose the Nursery, only hills and mountains, clouds and sky. It fills an immense valley, a paradise within Paradise. It’s my most favorite place in all of heaven. Not for its sheer beauty, but for the children. Everywhere little glowing spirits race about, here and there, playing chase, climbing trees, singing, laughing, swimming.
Standing on a hilltop overlooking the outstretched valley, I looked down where the Nursery lay, where I expected to find Angela’s own sweet Lily. Even from that high point, the happy sounds of children playing filled my ears. A heart-shaped lake of pure water sat in the center of the valley. Rivers and streams weaved through the unpredictable landscape, forming waterfalls and water slides. Trees of every sort and every height and girth dotted the land. The trees grew in marvelous patterns, their trunks and branches twisting and curling, intertwining to form tree-houses for exploring, hammocks for sleeping, swings, slides, and a myriad of other things for play. Tall hills for rolling down poked out from among the trees. The animals, though, were the main attraction. Every kind of animal found on earth—and not—bounded around. Children rode their backs, hung from their necks, and chased them tirelessly. Eagles and other large birds, which have no earthly names, were among the children’s favorite animals. For these magnificent creatures could carry one or two on their backs as they soared through the clouds.
My search for Lily began by looking for one of the nurses. It did not take long before I found one. She was on the ground, hunched over on all fours like a dog, with children piled on top of her back all laughing and giggling.
I stood silently watching the merriment for some time before the nurse took notice of me.
“You don’t want on, do you?” she said with a huge grin. I shook my head, very amused at such an idea. “Good, I don’t think I have room.” Then she went on playing.
After another while, the
The passing of the years softened her some. Eventually, she ceased to blame Jack for Lily’s death, though she never quit e forgave or forgot. Happiness—or a likeness of it—slowly made its way back into their marriage. Nothing like their previous love ever returned. They were more like well-acquainted roommates with a mutual bond: Catherine. All their work and focus centered on Catherine, and then engulfed the other children when they came along.
Angela’s relationship with God improved over time as well. It was not the same, however. Her view of God had been altered. He no longer possessed that infinite mercy and good will in which she once believed. Her new god was harsh and hard, difficult to please, terrible to cross.
I closed the book. Tear drops clung to my cheeks. Wiping them away, I picked up the book and went back out where Lyra sat humming. I approached and placed the book on the counter in front of her. Lyra looked up at me and seemed to read the expression on my face. No doubt, also, she knew perfectly the contents of Angela’s book.
Still she smiled at me as though there wasn’t a care in the entire universe. “All stories have sad parts, Forenica.” She took my hand and squeezed it tight. “This one’s ending has yet to be written, though. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a very happy ending.”
A fresh tear formed and made its way down my cheek. “Thank you,” I replied softly.
“Thank you , dear. Thank you . Please come see me anytime. I do so love to see you.”
I promised I would, then turned to leave. Lyra had given me hope. I knew what I needed t o do. It was time to meet Lily.
VII
Lily
A ll children belong to Heaven. It defies the mercy of God to send an innocent child to Hell. And so I went to the Nursery, where I knew I could find Lily, still a baby, waiting for Angela and Jack to return and finish raising her.
No walls or roof enclose the Nursery, only hills and mountains, clouds and sky. It fills an immense valley, a paradise within Paradise. It’s my most favorite place in all of heaven. Not for its sheer beauty, but for the children. Everywhere little glowing spirits race about, here and there, playing chase, climbing trees, singing, laughing, swimming.
Standing on a hilltop overlooking the outstretched valley, I looked down where the Nursery lay, where I expected to find Angela’s own sweet Lily. Even from that high point, the happy sounds of children playing filled my ears. A heart-shaped lake of pure water sat in the center of the valley. Rivers and streams weaved through the unpredictable landscape, forming waterfalls and water slides. Trees of every sort and every height and girth dotted the land. The trees grew in marvelous patterns, their trunks and branches twisting and curling, intertwining to form tree-houses for exploring, hammocks for sleeping, swings, slides, and a myriad of other things for play. Tall hills for rolling down poked out from among the trees. The animals, though, were the main attraction. Every kind of animal found on earth—and not—bounded around. Children rode their backs, hung from their necks, and chased them tirelessly. Eagles and other large birds, which have no earthly names, were among the children’s favorite animals. For these magnificent creatures could carry one or two on their backs as they soared through the clouds.
My search for Lily began by looking for one of the nurses. It did not take long before I found one. She was on the ground, hunched over on all fours like a dog, with children piled on top of her back all laughing and giggling.
I stood silently watching the merriment for some time before the nurse took notice of me.
“You don’t want on, do you?” she said with a huge grin. I shook my head, very amused at such an idea. “Good, I don’t think I have room.” Then she went on playing.
After another while, the
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