But I bear away in my eyes the picture of an iron bed where lay a rigid shape.

Around it other forms were drooping, and one stood and officiated.

But the curtain of that vision is drawn.

A great plain opens the room, which had closed for a moment on me, and obliterates it.
Which way may I look?
God?
"_Miserere_----" The vibrating fragment of the Litany has reminded me of God.
* * * * * * I had seen Jesus Christ on the margin of the lake.

He came like an ordinary man along the path.