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
Istijlal 8 Asma 183 B.E.
And we ask Him (exalted is He) to make thee a helper unto His religion and a regarder of His justice, that thou mayest rule over [His] servants as thou rulest over those of thy kindred, and mayest choose for them what thou wouldest choose for thyself.
‘Abdu’l-Bahá – A Traveller's Narrative, p. 82