noon
All was clear to him . Immortality was here and now : This life but a hut upon the headland of interminable continents , yet as much a part of immortality , as the life of the star-clothed Master who blinded Saul on the road to Damascus . What a symphony -- the flower , the star , the drop of rain , the rose , the child , the harvest , the voice of love , the soul of Woman , -- all from the Luminary , God , -- all His immortal symphony . He was filled with light -- as a still , clear harbor at high noon -- gems and treasure-horns flashing in the depths . He _ realized _ God . This was a ray of God that penetrated him -- the spiritual essence `` all science transcending . '' With joy , a sentence he had once heard returned , `` Prayer is not catching God 's attention , but permitting him to hold ours ! ''