Anxiety brings to mind a smile, a certainty
That what is good is merely stalled
On sidetracks to avoid collision, the call
To order from the ethereal unseen; eternity
Does not disappear with so little provocation
As a disagreement, a suspicion of a difference
Of opinion, or what appears to be interference
Even to the very gates of defeat. The invocation,
“Thus far and no father!” is but a station’s stop
And not a terminal carved in destiny.
Nor is it understood to be a bending of the knee
To anything short of order in the chaos and the melée. The shop
Is closed when systems fail and nothing lasts forever:
Where there is place and time, re-creation pulls the levers.

5 responses to ““Anxiety”

  1. Love this one…

    You remind me that even the Guardian used the word positively:

    “… when they are called upon to arrive at a certain decision, they should, after dispassionate, anxious and cordial consultation, turn to God in prayer, and with earnestness and conviction and courage record their vote and abide by the voice of the majority, which we are told by the Master to be the voice of truth, never to be challenged and always to be whole-heartedly enforced.”

    (Compilations, Lights of Guidance, p. 47)

  2. Actually, I know that you and the Guardian [or perhaps, more correctly, the Guardian and you] are right on. I personally do not comprehend how at this point any believer can actually be defeated or dismayed for long; and, from what I have read concerning the Master, anxiety, according to Him was always mitigated, “for in all the sorrows of life you can obtain supreme consolation. If your days on earth are numbered, you know that everlasting life awaits you. If material anxiety envelops you in a dark cloud, spiritual radiance lightens your path. Verily, those whose minds are illumined by the Spirit of the Most High have supreme consolation.” (–Paris Talks, p. 111) and again, “Thou seest me drowned in the sea of ordeals, seized upon by the fire of infidelity, with tears flowing in the dark night rolling in the bed of sleeplessness, mine eyes expectant to see the dawn of the lights of Faith. And when I am anxious, … I anticipate the manifestation of Thy bounties from all sides! (–Tablets of Abdu’l-Baha v2, p. 381)

    Of course, the natural feeling of anxiety is not fun; on the other hand, when approached for what it is, it is, in fact, an indication that help is on the way.

  3. Ah, yes, the point of perception defines the axis of understanding which establishes the fulcrum of radiant acquiescence…

  4. …I couldn’t have put it better myself! To be blunt, I am not sure how most of us manage from day to day with any other attitude. What choice do we have? After all, we didn’t create ourselves and so the only logical assumption any spirit can make is that there must be some reason why everything has come to so screeching a halt. Again, when that happens, it’s not fun, but when King Kong says, “Stop! Halt!” only a chihuahua could consider anything other than doing nothing…for the time being.

    On another note, your words, “the point of perception defines the axis of understanding which establishes the fulcrum of radiant acquiescence…” echo thoughts I have had for some time that time, itself, is nothing more or less than what these words imply. What I am getting at is that it seems to me that in many pertinent ways, time is nothing than an impression made by a point of stability [i.e. one’s own soul] of “other objects” and their relationship to one another, one of which involves velocity or speed and direction and for the sake of expedience, there is a measurement perceived and that measurement is what most of us call time.

    Yes, well, it’s late, and perhaps too late not to suspect that something of what I happen to be thinking about could be pure vain imaginings.

  5. Time is of the most subtle fabric…………………………..

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