How sweet is this couplet which revealeth such a truth:
See, our hearts come open like shells,
when He raineth grace like pearls,
And our lives are ready targets,
when Agony's arrows He hurls. (56:1)

And were it not contrary to the Law of the Book, I would verily bequeath a part of My possessions to the one who would put Me to death, and I would name him My heir; yea, I would bestow upon him a portion, would render him thanks, would seek to refresh Mine eyes with the touch of his hand. But what can I do? I have no possessions, no power, and this is what God hath ordained. (56:3)

Methinks at this moment, I catch the fragrance of His garment blowing from the Egypt of Baha; verily He seemeth near at hand, though men may think Him far away. My soul doth smell the perfume shed by the Beloved One; My sense is filled with the fragrance of My dear Companion.
The duty of long years of love obey
And tell the tale of happy days gone by,
That land and sky may laugh aloud today,
And it may gladden mind and heart and eye. (56:4)

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