"My,how foolish I am !"my friend cries,suddenly alert ,like a woman remembering too late she has biscuits in the oven."You know what I've always thought?"she asks in a tone of discovery,and not smiling at me but a point beyond ."I have always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord.And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at Baptist window:pretty as colored glass with the sun pouring through,such a shine you don't know it's geting dark.And it's been a comfort :to think of that shine taking away all spooky feeling.But I'll wager it never happens.I'll wager at the very end a body realizes the Lord has already show Himself.That things as they are "-her hand circles in a gesture that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone-"just what they've always seen ,was seeing Him .As for me,I could leave the world with today in my eyes."