Grieve thou not over the ascension of my beloved Breakwell, for he hath
risen unto a rose garden of splendours within the Abha Paradise, sheltered
by the mercy of his mighty Lord, and he is crying at the top of his voice:
'O that my people could know how graciously my Lord hath forgiven me, and
made me to be of those who have attained His Presence!'(52)
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Where now is thy fair face? Where is thy fluent tongue? Where thy clear
brow? Where thy bright comeliness?
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Where is thy fire, blazing with God's love? Where is thy rapture at His
holy breaths? Where are thy praises, lifted unto Him? Where is thy rising
up to serve His Cause?
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Where are thy beauteous eyes? Thy smiling lips? The princely cheek? The
graceful form?
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou hast quit this earthly world and risen upward to the Kingdom, thou
hast reached unto the grace of the invisible realm, and offered thyself at
the threshold of its Lord.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou hast left the lamp that was thy body here, the glass that was thy
human form, thy earthy elements, thy way of life below.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou hast lit a flame within the lamp of the Company on high, thou hast
set foot in the Abha Paradise, thou hast found a shelter in the shadow of
the Blessed Tree, thou hast attained His meeting in the haven of Heaven.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou art now a bird of Heaven, thou hast quit thine earthly nest, and
soared away to a garden of holiness in the kingdom of thy Lord. Thou hast
risen to a station filled with light.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thy song is even as birdsong now, thou pourest forth verses as to the
mercy of thy Lord; of Him Who forgiveth ever, thou wert a thankful
servant, wherefore hast thou entered into exceeding bliss.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thy Lord hath verily singled thee out for His love, and hath led thee into
His precincts of holiness, and made thee to enter the garden of those who
are His close companions, and hath blessed thee with beholding His beauty.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou hast won eternal life, and the bounty that faileth never, and a life
to please thee well, and plenteous grace.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
Thou art become a star in the supernal sky, and a lamp amid the angels of
high Heaven; a living spirit in the most exalted Kingdom, throned in
eternity.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
I ask of God to draw thee ever closer, hold thee ever faster; to rejoice
thy heart with nearness to His presence, to fill thee with light and still
more light, to grant thee still more beauty, and to bestow upon thee power
and great glory.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!
At all times do I call thee to mind. I shall never forget thee. I pray for
thee by day, by night; I see thee plain before me, as if in open day.
O Breakwell, O my dear one!