Ms. Florence Avis

One ponders when this blessed soul will take flight
Her fragile temple caged in this mortal world
The blessed nightingale longs to soar
To let her divine wings spread and unfurl

Day and night she continues to fulfill her duty
When will her work on this earthly plane be deemed complete
A saint, an angel, a servant of the realm on high
No correct title to correspond with service so replete

Her years of service will never go unnoticed
She will always be an inspiration and will continue to guide us
Her ceaseless support matched with her mighty prayers
We are assured she will forever and always be with us

With joy so deep, we weep and wish her farewell
Sadness or grief is the definition this feeling some have described
We will not allow misery to paralyze us, much work to be done
We will carry out the divine message that has been prescribed

She wants nothing more than each soul to be taught
Each divine battle to be fought,
Each children’s class to be carried out
Feasts, devotionals, deepenings, firesides, study circles for all of us to be about

Ms. Florence Avis, We love you dearly
We are all so blessed to have walked with thee
Please hold our hands along the way
And we will try our best to not be in dismay

“O SON OF JUSTICE!
Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart's desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.” (Baha'u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)