Thy barefoot lovers who steal shoes
from their brothers
are not thieves—they are Thy signs.
Thy true parents who abandon the trusts
of Thy bounty
are not remiss—they are Thy lights.
Thy sincere ones who forswear every act
in Thy service
are not lapsed—they are Thy guides.
But alas for we who remain.
You—You created this paradox
for us, didn’t You?
Even with all of Your knowledge
it is only through You
that we can have any hope in us.
…we must sacrifice the important for the most important. —‘Abdu’l-Bahá
It is a simple question with no easy answer: how do those who sacrifice themselves for their ideals justify their act to those who depend on them? How do we understand martyrs?
To be honest, I struggle with this one too.
Thank you for reading Alas For We Who Remain. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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