Limbo by Sister Mary Ada The ancient greyness shifted Suddenly and thinned Like mist upon the moors Before a wind. An old, old prophet lifted A shining face and said: “He will be coming soon. The Son of God is dead; He died this afternoon.” A murmurous excitement stirred All souls. They wondered if they dreamed – Save one old man who seemed Not even to have heard. And Moses, standing, Hushed them all to ask If any had a... Read more