Bicentenary Poems and Prose

In The Abha Paradise

In The Abha Paradise:
To The Blessed Beauty

"O Son of the Supreme!
I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?"

Bahá’u’lláh, The Hidden Words, Part One: From the Arabic : Number 32

What is it like to live in the Abha Paradise?
Only those who have embraced God's "messenger of joy" knows,
the beauty waiting to be experienced by those who follow the light into the spiritual realm.

I image
a feast of splendor and glory
awaits anyone
passing through the divine gate
and following the path of beauty
to the center of the garden
where the Tree of Life
spreads its boughs
those who gather to partake
of eternal life.

I image,
but I cannot know for sure
until I embrace
the "messenger of joy."

Here,
on the plane of matter,
I can only pray,
read the scripture,
meditate,
and live the best life I can
while asking forgiveness.

Poet's Note: ▼

This is Poem 66 of 200 Dedicated to the Blessed Beauty.