| Strength and Beauty |
Chapter 5 |
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Yet many people seem never to find their soul. They never think of themselves as more than a body. It is a great moment when a man wakes up to the consciousness of the fact that he is a living soul, an immortal being, that his true home is not amid the things of the earth, but with God, in the heavenlies.
There is a beautiful legend or fancy of a company of beings from the celestial world who in disguise visited a great city one night on some errand of mercy. When their work was finished they hastily departed, but in some way one of their number, a fair young spirit, was left behind, lost in the strange town. When people began to move in the streets in the morning they found a sweet boy, with sunny hair, sitting on the steps of the temple. They spoke to him, but he could not understand nor answer them. He replied to their inquiries only with streaming tears and looks of alarm. Presently, however, a slave bearing a harp came among the crowd. The child saw the harp and eagerly reached out his hands to take it. Flinging his arms about it, he embraced it affectionately. Then he began to touch the strings, and wonderful music, pure, clear, and melodious, like liquid pearls, fell upon the morning air. This was the language which the celestial stranger knew. In finding the harp he had found a way to express his feeling in language.
So it is when one finds one’s soul. We are like lost children in this world, if we do not know our own truer and higher nature. If we live only on earthly lines we are beings of celestial birth strayed from our real home and environment. Everything about us is strange. We do not belong here; heaven is our home. We do not know the language of those who throng round us. When we find ourselves we begin to be at home.
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