"You know what I've always thought?" she asks in a tone of discovery, and not smiling at me but a point beyond. "I've always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window: pretty as colored glass with the sun pouring through, such a shine you don't know it's getting dark. And it's been a comfort: to think of that shine taking away all the spooky feeling. But I'll wager it never happens. I'll wager at the very end a body realizes that the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are" --her hand circles in a gesture that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone--"just what they've always seen, was seeing Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes."
Truman Capote, from A Christmas Memory