If
not, then they must live by God's power. How then should they be
beyond his reach?
"If the demons can never be brought back, then the life of God, the
all-pure, goes out to keep alive, in and for evil, that which is
essentially bad; for that which is irredeemable is essentially bad."
Thus reasoned Donal with himself, and his reasoning, instead of
troubling his faith, caused him to cling the more to the only One,
the sole hope and saviour of the hearts of his men and women,
without whom the whole universe were but a charnel house in which
the ghosts of the dead went about crying, not over the life that was
gone from them, but its sorrows.
He stood and gazed out over the cold sea. And as he gazed, a
shivering surge of doubt, a chill wave of negation, came rolling
over him. He knew that in a moment he would strike out with the
energy of a strong swimmer, and rise to the top of it; but now it
was tumbling him about at its evil will. He stood and gazed--with a
dull sense that he was waiting for his will. Suddenly came the
consciousness that he and his will were one; that he had not to wait
for his will, but had to wake--to will, that is, and do, and so be.
And therewith he said to himself:--
"It is neither time, nor eternity, nor human consolation, nor
everlasting sleep, nor the satisfied judgment, nor attained
ambition, even in love itself, that is the cure for things; it is
the heart, the will, the being of the Father.
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