The Archive · 1940

Burning Candles

Though all the candles, on the altar and on each side of it, were subject, I should have thought, to the same draught, it was strange that it had not the same effect on all. Some burnt with a clean motionless flame and they were like the souls of men steadfast in their faith who faced the dark future with serenity, and some flickered with a wavering, restless light, and they were like the anguished, faltering souls of men who did not know, who feared and doubted, and yet with desperate longing sought that Peace which passeth al] understand. Sed fallen on the darkened streets of ing. When I left the church night

ari told me, "that the war has occasioned "There is.no doubt," a Bishop later

in France a real revival of religious feeling." Then I went to see a parish priest, the cure of a village in the depths of the country, a red-faced man with waving thick hair and blunt features, who had been all through the last war as a private soldier and had been severely gassed. He still suffered from the effect.

He was a friendly, hearty soul, a Peasant still as his fathers had been before him for generations and there clung to him a pleasant savour of the soul from which they had through the years wrung their bread. "It does me Good to see how they're coming back," he said, his eyes shining with kindliness, I asked him, too, whether it was from the fear of death. "No," he answered, "they have gone to war from a sense of duty, and their duty to their country has made them recollect their duty to God."

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