
Excerpts from Volume 1, Dawn Chapter, p. 16-17
From the day President Toda was released from prison...
"I’m going upstairs to rest a while. Please don’t wait for me.”
So saying, Toda went upstairs. Ikue went after him to help and found him on his knees, bowed and motionless before the family altar.
After a while he raised his head and gazed steadily at the Gohonzon. The bitter memories of those two years and thirteen days seemed strangely remote, as though they had melted away in a single moment.
And in that moment, he had clearly perceived his true self. He recited the evening prayer quietly. Ikue joined in behind him with her prayer beads in her hands, but she could not stop staring at his gaunt neck. Not only was his neck thinner—when she looked at his upright back for the first time in so long, his entire body seemed to have shrunk. She chanted fervently to the Gohonzon for the recovery of his strength.
At last, he chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. Ikue could not help weeping, and the tears streamed steadily down her cheeks. For the past two years, she had chanted morning and night for her absent husband’s welfare and for his earliest possible release. Now he was home safe, in front of the Gohonzon. After seemingly endless hardships, her long-cherished dream had been fulfilled. She stifled her weeping and joined her voice with his in the harmony of chanting.
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