reflections

O Baha, Knower of our inmost thoughts,
Thou seest the fire in our souls.
Yet, Thou inquirest not, Thou Self-Subsisting,

After the nightingales so lovingly nurtured by Thee.
My home is in ruins, its foundations destroyed;
I am caught in the talons of the eagle of sorrow.
Call me to that other land, by Thy leave,
To build my home in another nest, another tree.
This wide world, this limitless space
without Thee, Beloved One, encages me.
Turn our night into day, O Generous One;
Grant us wings to soar towards Thee.
Bestow upon Haifa a new creation,

Whose eyes will never gaze upon the likes of Thee,
Or behold Thy exalted stature,
Or those life-giving smiles of Thine.

Lord, Lord, Thou seest and knowest that these grieving hearts have lost all patience and strength.
The thin thread of endurance is breaking.


. Resolution and tenacity have come to an end. The absence of the Most Excellent Branch [Shoghi Effendi],[1]
and the lack of any news from Him have completely sapped the strength of the Greatest Holy Lea
 [Bahiyyih Khanum], and of Ruha, the Holy Leaf ['Abdu'l-Bahá'í daughter].
No longer is there vigor or strength or forebearance.

 Baha'i : Munirih - Memoirs and Letters