But, the glorious sun, rising, seemed to strike those words, that burden of the night, straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays.  And looking along them, with reverently shaded eyes, a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun, while the river sparkled under it.

The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a congenial friend, in the morning stillness.  He walked by the stream, far from the houses, and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank.  When he awoke and was afoot again, he lingered there yet a little longer, watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the sea—”Like me.”

A trading-boat, with a sail of the softened color of a dead leaf, then glided into his view, floated by him, and died away.  As its silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindness and errors, ended in the words, “I am the resurrection and the life.”   –Charles Dickens “A Tale of Two Cities”

Christ Triumphant