Doctor Grandma

On this very night

they sang and prayed,

drank tea with Him, in the garden,

Roses piled so high between,

they could not see over them,

their fragrant perfume filled the air,

His presence is what kept them there,

Though strong winds blew about their tent,

Nightingales sang with joy content,

With humbleness, He served their needs,

while pondering what was decreed,

Banished forever from their midst,

and yet, He gave to them a gift,

The people cried, God’s will be done!

He is here with us, the Promised One!

For ages to come, they will celebrate

this great Announcement, this very date,

Rose petals leave our hearts undone,

O Blessed Beauty, the Promised One.

                     on the first day of Ridvan, April 21, 2015     

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