My contribution was read by my daughter.
I was hoping
I think you were too
If there was an Indian summer left in you
A reward for fixing broken bodies and shattered spirits
A last season on the porch
Of swaying and being swayed
By the colorful sleep of the twilight sky
"See this sunset," you'd say,
"Abdu'l-Baha loved the sunsets at Green Acre
Can't you picture Him walking on stairs of light
To the other world?"
And there you go
A dying sun burning brightest at the end
All the eyes of the universe giving reverence to this moment
To be seen