Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
The July 29, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose? I don't want to be a fly on the wall eavesdropping on treaty negotiations, legislative filibusters, or military campaign plans. I want to be a fly on a rose petal in a garden on located on the banks of the Tigris River in April and May of 1863. I want to be a fly on a rose petal listening to the Declaration of Baha'u'llah,1 listening to the Glory of God from April 21 to May 2 and celebrating Ridvan for the first time in history. Quote of the Day: "Each day in the Garden, before the sun had dawned, the gardeners would pick the roses which lined the four avenues and pile them up in the centre of the floor inside Bahá'u'lláh's tent. So great would be the heap that His companions gathering to drink their morning tea in His presence would be unable to see each other across it. Bahá'u'lláh would entrust these roses with His own hands to the friends He would send out each morning, and on His behalf to be delivered to His Arab and Persian friends in the city."2 Footnotes |