He stopped, folded his hands in front of his breast as he used to do when a little child, lifted his eyes, and said, addressing some one:
"Lord, help me, teach me, come enter within me and purify me of all this abomination.
He prayed, asking God to help him,
to enter into him and cleanse him;
and what he was praying for
had happened already:
the God within him had awakened
his consciousness.
He felt himself one with Him, and
therefore felt not only the freedom, fullness and joy of life,
but all the power of righteousness.
All, all the best that a man could do
he felt capable of doing.
His eyes filled with tears as he was saying all this to himself, good and bad tears:
good because they were tears of joy at the awakening of the spiritual being within him, the being which had been asleep all these years; and bad tears because they were tears of tenderness to himself at his own goodness.
He felt hot, and went to the window and opened it. The window opened into a garden. It was a moonlit, quiet, fresh night. The shadow of a tall poplar fell on the ground just opposite the window, and all the intricate pattern of its bare branches was clearly defined on the clean swept gravel.
To the left the roof of a coach-house shone white in the moonlight, in front the black shadow of the garden wall was visible through the tangled branches of the trees.
He gazed at the roof, the moonlit garden, and the shadows of the poplar, and drank in the fresh, invigorating air.
"How delightful, how delightful; oh, God, how delightful" he said, meaning that which was going on in his soul.

Read by Tanya Trusova
Easter Sunday 8th April 2007