I don’t know why, this poem came to me tonight. To understand it, you have to know the story of Baha’u’llah, Founder of the Baha’i Faith, who spent 12 days in a garden before being banished from his native land, for teaching principles such as unity of God, His religions, unity of humankind, equality of men and women, education of all children, spiritual solution to economic inequality, agreement of science and religion.
In the Garden of Ridvan
I stand outside,
the breeze picks up,
His tent flaps in the wind,
I stare at the ground, ask why I’m here,
My heart sinks
With unworthiness.
His presence
fills the air with joy,
a perfume like honeysuckle,
The birds know, and respond with song,
This is the Day of reunion.
And I know, this moment,
this is the time
that Poets prophesied,
This is the New Jerusalem,
This is the Dawn of Wisdom,
I stand in complete and utter awe,
My heart is lit aflame,
My spirit thankful to be this near,
And then He calls, my name.
cfblack, 12-01-2016
The time of Ridvan in the Baha’i calendar is April 21 – May 2nd.
Doctor Grandma 
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