“Baha’u’llah says there is a sign (from God) in every phenomenon,”
said ‘Abdu’l-Baha, “the sign of the intellect is contemplation and the sign of contemplation is silence. . .”
During this contemplative time of Fasting I would like to share from my personal archives the poem below.
When night has cast her shawl around my day,
enfolding those diversions for a time,
and croons her quiet to my clamorous way
to ease those constant tuggings at the mind,
then, unoccupied by outside force,
unfettered from the world's ten thousand things,
do I discover comforting discourse
in silence and the world it richly brings --
a pool of quiet to lap the noisy shore,
a cool oasis, nourishing and sweet,
whose waters soothe, replenish, and restore
my wilted soul -- a balm of lush retreat.
Sequestered there from this hard, grappling place
I hear the heartfelt whisperings of grace.
- Druzelle Cederquist
Poetry Notes for this poem at Luminous Realities blog