Winter
When winter comes, the trees are leafless, the fields and meadows withered, the flowers die away into dust heaps; in prairie, mountain and garden no freshness lingers, no beauty is visible, no verdure can be seen. Everything is clad in the robe of death. Wherever you look around, you will find the expression of death and decay.
- ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, The Promulgation of Universal Peace, p. 276
Quote of the Day
Fidal 10 Mashiyyat 183 B.E.
The lives of the Founders of our Faith clearly show that to be fundamentally assured does not mean that we live without anxieties, nor does being happy mean that there are not periods of deep grief when, like the Guardian, we wrap ourselves in a blanket, pray and supplicate, and give ourselves time for healing in preparation for the next great effort.
Shoghi Effendi – Quickeners of Mankind, p. 117