Juliet: June 11 – ‘Abdu’l-Bahá’s indescribable tenderness

On the way to the bus I met Him returning alone. He stopped me, put out His hand and took mine, with indescribable tenderness smiling at me. In the handclasp, the look, even in the tilt of the head was a Love so poignant as to give me pain.

“Come tomorrow and paint, Juliet,” He said.

He appeared refreshed—better—but remembering His utter depletion of the morning I couldn’t help answering, “If You are well.” Then I thought I would speak in Persian to amuse Him, but instead of saying, “If Your health is good,” I made a mistake and said, “Agar Shuma khub ast,” (If You are good.) whereupon I was covered with confusion. I must have amused Him!

How stupidly we speak to Him! Imagine saying “if” to Him. That was even worse than my break in Persian.