I’d like such a dream. Please God make it so.
From A Severe Mercy, by Sheldon Vanauken chapter X “The Oxford-Vision Dream“
It was morning. I had come back to Oxford two years after Davy’s death and found digs, a ground-floor room with its own door opening onto a large garden with paths angling across it. I was just dressing to go out to an early lecture at the Schools. Morning sunlight was slanting in the windows. I heard a small sound and turned: it was Davy. I was fully aware that she was dead and, instantly and overwhelmingly, aware that something miraculous was happening. I was, I told myself, full awake.
“Davy!” I cried.
She smiled broadly. I felt a pure joy as I took a step towards her, but I also felt a little tentative, hesitant.
“It’s all right, dearling,” she said, and held out her arms. I went into them, and we hugged each other and…
View original post 556 more words
Eric C. Bow 