meditation on the lawh-i-Aqdas

What is in the spelling of a name

that makes it holy?

While you slept in halls of cloistered stone,

stars fell from the sky.

Because darkness has no hold on tomorrow,

the sun returned and the breeze called awake.

All the clappers were stolen,

melted down and sold,

the warning hour struck, the belfry could not sing

and still you waited for the clanging to awaken you.

Beware of those who call themselves enlightened

and hide among the tombs.

The burning bush has become a forest fire

and all rivers flow to the sea.

Rise from your bed, draw back the curtain,

count your blessings and walk in the light.

7-22-23