One year ago.
We walked in the darkness, the glow of lights far away. The mosquitoes attacked if we sat too long, and so we walked. The night was damp, the seats surrounding Bahji covered in dew, the rocks less dusty than usual.
We walked up the stairs and down again, we bowed our heads at the threshhold and let tears fall down our faces.
I stood in the room where the Blessed Beauty was freed from this mortal life, and felt the universe revolve around that spot.
We stood at the top of marble columns and looked out over the world, and we stared into the warm summer night, in surprise and awe at this wonderful luck. How were we here at this moment, in this place?
We told stories, whispers that carried through to hearts, and we looked up at a full sky of stars, down at our feet that carried us down the silent paths, and at the light that reflected off our eyes and souls.
Let not your hearts be perturbed, O people, when the glory of My Presence is withdrawn, and the ocean of My utterance is stilled. In My presence amongst you there is a wisdom, and in My absence there is yet another, inscrutable to all but God, the Incomparable, the All-Knowing. Verily, We behold you from Our realm of glory, and shall aid whosoever will arise for the triumph of Our Cause with the hosts of the Concourse on high and a company of Our favored angels.
(Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. 139)