Splendour: Los Angeles
I was driving through Skid Row with my friend Jamal. It was an entirely different world… one that I have been used to seeing on my TV screen but feeling with only a fraction of emotion. We turned the corner and my heart sank when I saw her limping slowly at the end of the block.
O SON OF MAN!
Bestow My wealth upon My poor, that in heaven thou mayest draw from stores of unfading splendor and treasures of imperishable glory.
-Baha’u’llah, Persian Hidden Words #57