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158: Grieve thou not over the ascension of my beloved …
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Grieve thou not over the ascension of my beloved
Breakwell, for he hath risen unto a rose garden of splendours
within the Abhá Paradise, sheltered by the mercy of
his mighty Lord, and he is crying at the top of his voice:
‘O that my people could know how graciously my Lord
hath forgiven me, and made me to be of those who have
attained His Presence!’
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Where now is thy fair face? Where is thy fluent
tongue? Where thy clear brow? Where thy bright
comeliness?
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Where is thy fire, blazing with God’s love? Where
is thy rapture at His holy breaths? Where are thy praises,
lifted unto Him? Where is thy rising up to serve His
Cause?
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Where are thy beauteous eyes? Thy smiling lips?
The princely cheek? The graceful form?
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou hast quit this earthly world and risen upward
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to the Kingdom, thou hast reached unto the grace of the
invisible realm, and offered thyself at the threshold of its
Lord.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou hast left the lamp that was thy body here, the
glass that was thy human form, thy earthy elements, thy
way of life below.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou hast lit a flame within the lamp of the
Company on high, thou hast set foot in the Abhá
Paradise, thou hast found a shelter in the shadow of the
Blessed Tree, thou hast attained His meeting in the haven
of Heaven.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou art now a bird of Heaven, thou hast quit thine
earthly nest, and soared away to a garden of holiness in
the kingdom of thy Lord. Thou hast risen to a station
filled with light.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thy song is even as birdsong now, thou pourest
forth verses as to the mercy of thy Lord; of Him Who
forgiveth ever, thou wert a thankful servant, wherefore
hast thou entered into exceeding bliss.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thy Lord hath verily singled thee out for His love,
and hath led thee into His precincts of holiness, and made
thee to enter the garden of those who are His close companions,
and hath blessed thee with beholding His beauty.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou hast won eternal life, and the bounty that
faileth never, and a life to please thee well, and plenteous
grace.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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Thou art become a star in the supernal sky, and a
lamp amid the angels of high Heaven; a living spirit in
the most exalted Kingdom, throned in eternity.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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I ask of God to draw thee ever closer, hold thee ever
faster; to rejoice thy heart with nearness to His presence,
to fill thee with light and still more light, to grant thee
still more beauty, and to bestow upon thee power and
great glory.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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At all times do I call thee to mind. I shall never
forget thee. I pray for thee by day, by night; I see thee
plain before me, as if in open day.
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O Breakwell, O my dear one!
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