God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, ‘Peace be thine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
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O SON OF JUSTICE!
Whither can a lover go
but to the land of his beloved?
and what seeker findeth rest
away from his heart’s desire?
To the true lover reunion is life,
and separation is death.
His breast is void of patience
and his heart hath no peace.
A myriad lives he would forsake to
hasten to the abode of his beloved.
From Hidden Words of Baha’u’llah