Learn about Ethel’s book or Tales of the angels :
SIGH ! Sigh ! Sigh ! said the midnight wind, as it swept over the great Brazilian forest. And the tall palms trembled, and waved their green fans, to get all the sea s coolness, which came in the breeze ; and their feathery domes swung to and fro, like ships rocking at anchor.
Lilalpa ! death must be very beautiful, said Oniato : for death is God s night.
Ah ! Oniato, replied Lilalpa, but light is more beautiful than darkness.
Dearest Sister ! you must not say so, answered Oniato : darkness is more beautiful than light. We see God better in the darkness.
Why have your thoughts been so often wan dering on God lately, my dearest Brother ? said Lilalpa. God ! God ! it is a beautiful word, and makes a strange stir in my heart. Where is God? who is God?
I know not, Lilalpa ; but when things make a stir in our hearts they must be real things. There must be a God, though perhaps His Name is not God.
Ah ! Oniato, I see why you love the darkness. It is because it makes you think more of God. Beautiful darkness ! it feels like a home.
Oh yes, Lilalpa, and when I have listened to the missionaries reasoning with my father, I have sometimes thought that light was really darkness, and darkness really light, and that they had only agreed to look like each other, instead of looking like their own selves.