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Khilil Gibran

‘Abdu’l-Bahá had been all over the house. His living presence had blessed it all. In a dark corner of Juliet’s whispering old studio stood a fragile armchair of black oak—it would later be willed by her to Vincent Pleasant—surprisingly small, with a cord across it, none ever to sit in it again, the chair of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. He loved her studio room. He said it was eclectic, part oriental, part occidental, and that He would like to build a similar one. Here, Juliet had read in manuscript the books of her friend and neighbour Kahlil Gibran.
(The Diary of Juliet Thompson)


Gibran had a number of strong connections to the Bahá’í Faith. One of Gibran’s acquaintances later in life, Juliet Thompson, reported several anecdotes relating to Gibran. She recalled Gibran had met ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, the leader of the religion at the time of his visit to the United States, circa 1911–1912. Gibran was unable to sleep the night before meeting him in person to draw his portrait. Thompson reported Gibran later saying that all the way through writing Jesus, the Son of Man, he thought of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. Years later, after the death of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, at a viewing of a movie of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Gibran rose to talk and proclaimed in tears an exalted station of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and left the event weeping.
(Thompson, Juliet (1978). “Juliet Remembers Gibran as told to Marzieh Gail”. World Order 12 (4). pp. 29–31.)


My Lord came into our house. The door was not locked. He opened it Himself and walked up the stairs. It was His house. Mamma almost ran to meet Him, her face suffused with joy, her eyes shy and tender. The MacNutts and the Goodalls had arrived and Ruth Berkeley
and Marjorie, and were waiting in the second-floor living room. The Master went in and greeted them with His wonderful buoyant greeting; then I took Him to my room to rest and, after kneeling and kissing the hem of His garment, left Him lying on my couch. While He was resting Kahlil Gibran came. He had a private talk with the Master in my room; then joined us upstairs in the studio, to which we had all gone by that time, and in a very few minutes the Master too joined us.
(The Diary of Juliet Thompson)