Friday, January 8, 2016

Ponder: "just beyond the turn"

"Father Latour had used to feel a little ashamed that Joseph kept his sister and her nuns so busy making cassocks and vestments for him; but the last time he was in France, he came to see all this in another light.  When he was visiting Mother Philomene's convent, one of the younger Sisters had confided to him what an inspiration it was to them, living in retirement, to work for the faraway missions.  She told him also how precious to them were Father Vaillant's long letters, letters in which he told his sister of the country, the Indians, the pious Mexican women, the Spanish martyrs of old.  These letters, she said, Mother Philomene read aloud in the evening.  The nun took Father Latour to a window that jutted out and looked up the narrow street to where the wall turned at an angle, cutting off further view.  "Look," she said, "after the Mother has read us one of these letters from her brother, I come and stand in this alcove and look up our little street with its one lamp, and just beyond the turn there, is New Mexico; all that he has written us of those red deserts and blue mountains, the great plains and the herds of bison, and the canyons more profound than our deepest mountain gorges.  I can feel that I am there, my heart beats faster, and it seems but a moment until the retiring-bell cuts short my dreams."  The Bishop went away believing that it was good for these Sisters to work for Father Joseph."
Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop, 182-183.

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