| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: commanding expression.
"They treat you kindly here?"
"Oh, yes."
"The doctor is very good to you?"
"Ah, the doctor is so good!" Varna's dull eyes brightened.
"And the others are good to you also?"
"Oh, yes." The momentary gleam in the sad had vanished again.
"Where did you get this red scar?"
The patient became uneasy, he moved anxiously on his chair and
looked up at Gyuri. It was evident that he realised there would be
more red marks if he told the truth to this stranger.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: poor and friendless, bringing pleasant dreams to the sick and old,
sweet, tender thoughts of love and gentleness to the young, strength
to the weak, and patient cheerfulness to the poor and lonely.
Then the child wondered no longer, but deeper grew her love
for the tender-hearted Elves, who left their own happy home to cheer
and comfort those who never knew what hands had clothed and fed them,
what hearts had given of their own joy, and brought such happiness
to theirs.
Long they stayed, and many a lesson little Eva learned: but when
she begged them to go back, they still led her on, saying, "Our work
is not yet done; shall we leave so many sad hearts when we may
Flower Fables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: before joining them to switch on the light.
Colonel McIntyre gazed in amazement at the piece of furniture;
then catching sight of the blood-stain, he raised the small
trap-door or peep hole, in the top of the oblong box which stood
breast high, supported on a beautifully carved base.
There was a breathless pause; then McIntyre unceremoniously jerked
the electric torch from Mrs. Brewster's nervous fingers and turned
its rays of the interior of the casket. Stretched at full length
lay the figure of a man, and from a wound in his temple flowed a
steady stream of blood.
"Good God!" McIntyre staggered back against Helen. "Grimes!"
The Red Seal |
