Blessed is the slumberer
awakened by My breeze,
The lifeless one,
The solaced,
The wayfarer in distress,
The sore athirst,
insatiate,
who sit at the banquet table,
The abased one,
The needy,
The heedless, the ignorant,
Blessed the soul raised to life,
The one who seeks reunion,
The ear that hears, the tongue that bears witness,
The eye that recognized his Lord,
They that have attained His Presence,
who seek enlightenment,
He who heard of My own grief,
attired his head with My love,
He who laid down his own life
borne hardships in My Name,
He who rises from the dead
to glorify My Word,
Enraptured by My melodies,
who rent the veils asunder,
Blessed he who remains faithful
to the Covenant of God,
Who things of this world have not kept back
from attaining My Holy Court,
Blessed the person who detached their self
from everything else but Me,
Who soars to the atmosphere of My Love,
gazes upon My Glory,
Blessed she who drinks her fill
from the river of My Providence,
Acquaints herself with My Cause,
apprehends My Holy Word,
Blessed those on the horizon
of Knowledge and Glorification,
Blessed those engaged in My Praise,
upon them rest My Mercy,
My Love abideth forever in thee,
My Bounty, My Glory, be upon thee.
~~ a poem by Carol Black, taken from Baha’u’llah’s words in the Lawh-i-Aqdas (His Tablet to the Christians)
Doctor Grandma 
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