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O thou beloved maidservant of God, although the loss of a [child] is indeed heart-breaking and beyond the limits of human endurance, yet one who knoweth and understandeth is assured that the son hath not been lost but, rather, hath stepped from this world into another, and she will find him in the divine realm. That reunion shall be for eternity, while in this world separation is inevitable and bringeth with it a burning grief.

Praise be unto God that thou hast faith, art turning thy face toward the everlasting Kingdom and believest in the existence of a heavenly world. Therefore be thou not disconsolate, do not languish, do not sigh, neither wail nor weep; for agitation and mourning deeply affect his soul in the divine realm.

That beloved child addresseth thee from the hidden world: ‘O thou kind Mother, thank divine Providence that I have been freed from a small and gloomy cage and, like the birds of the meadows, have soared to the divine world—a world which is spacious, illumined, and ever gay and jubilant. Therefore, lament not, O Mother, and be not grieved; I am not of the lost, nor have I been obliterated and destroyed. I have shaken off the mortal form and have raised my banner in this spiritual world. Following this separation is everlasting companionship. Thou shalt find me in the heaven of the Lord, immersed in an ocean of light.’

~ ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá.

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  1. Here is a poem written to make sense of grief and expunge some of the inner turmoil, which you are free to share:

    GRIEVE
    I am greatly comforted by the thought that the progress of souls in the next world can be assisted by those yet living, and that for this purpose God gives us grief and pain that we might be ever mindful of those who have passed away, that our thoughts and remembrance might thus be even as unspoken prayers offered from the deepest places in our hearts and thus assist the progress of their souls.
    Say the first verse firmly, speak the second, and offer the third with tenderness.

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    Grieve and wail and weep for me.
    May your heart be shattered into a thousand pieces
    May your tears roll down in torrents.
    Do not deny this pain,
    But send it screaming and wailing into the world

    Do not hold back, keep nothing in,
    For I yearn for your grief, beg for your pain and long for your tears
    Each sigh, each groan, is the music of remembrance,
    Each broken shard as a blade to cut away the forgetfulness
    And each tear a burnish to love’s mirror.

    And all are as a gentle wind to fill the sails of my soul
    To send it scudding across that great sea of light.
    So grieve and wail and weep for me
    That you might fill my sails
    And set my soul upon its true course.

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