Will-o’-the-wisp, why’o’why?
why this, why that, why her?
Seekers/dreamers/lovers
wander/wonder/ponder:
what is this Thing we are?
This poem is dedicated to my darling wife, Lyn. Still I find myself wondering sometimes, how can such a commanding presence be gone? And I have no answer.
The mandala in the photograph was painted by our daughter-in-law and two of our granddaughters on their patio. The center is a stylized “LDT” for “Lynette Deane Tolar.” It is ringed with the name “Bahá’u’lláh” repeated 9 times. It is a stunningly beautiful tribute to a stunningly beautiful woman.
Thank you for reading Where the light dazzles. 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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john
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John. Sending love to you.
Thank you very much! That is incredibly kind of you!
Very beautiful, John. Thank you for sharing it. In light of one of our recent discussions about grief and how you refuse to think of your grief as an act of rebellion against God’s will for Lyn, I found this Tablet most illuminating and supporting of your views. In the Tablet, the beloved Master speaks of His own loss after the ascension of the Ancient Beauty:
He is the All-Glorious.O beloved physician! If thou art indeed a skilled and able healer, prescribe a healing medicine, for I am ailing; administer a soothing remedy, for I am sorely afflicted. Bring peace and tranquillity to my bereaved soul, and relieve the burning grief that consumeth my being. Lay a balm upon my wounded heart, and shed a sprinkling of healing waters upon my inflamed limbs and organs. This servant’s ailment is his separation from the Abhá Beauty. The wound in his heart is his remoteness from Him Who is the peerless Beloved. The illness afflicting his soul is want of beholding that world-adorning Countenance. The remedy he needeth is admission to the precincts of His transcendent mercy and ascension unto the Abhá Kingdom. Grant, O Lord, that I may attain thereunto! The Glory of Glories rest upon the people of Bahá in the world to come.
Very moving and painful to read.
Much love, Sam
Sam, dearest,
Thank you! A beautiful post! And very comforting.
The mandala is a fitting tribute to Lyn, such a beautiful woman whom we sorely miss.
Isn’t it?! And yes, she is sorely missed. There is a hole in our hearts and lives that can only be accommodated, not fixed.