Ascension of `Abdu'l-Bahá

I felt tired and hungry at the
twilight hour commemoration
– only a glipse of what the loved
ones felt eight-four revolutions ago.

We returned to our beloved St. Kitts
and Cayon to find what we weren't
looking for. The teachers are in over their head.
Reflection is imperitive.

Boldly bearding Monkey Hill,
walking with fuzzy directions, we
fatefully found Irene and family.

Undeepened, they read prayers
with joyful wonderment shown in
many ways. With an open-ended
invite we shall return to
our new beloved friends for some
reflections on the life...