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
Idal 19 Baha 183 B.E.
Wherefore, O My servants, defile not your wings with the clay of waywardness and vain desires, and suffer them not to be stained with the dust of envy and hate, that ye may not be hindered from soaring in the heavens of My divine knowledge.
Bahá’u’lláh – Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh, p. 327