It is a lovely day on the Mesa and you can see the lovely reflections of the surrounding area in reflections on the water.

Every one is so pleasant and happy in Garland Park. It is as if the best comes out in them and they are kind, supportive and respectful. Being in Garland Park reminds me of the poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt: Abou Ben Adhem.


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

An Angel writing in a book of gold:


 Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

And to the Presence in the room he said,

“What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,

And with a look made of all sweet accord

Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”


“And is mine one? Said Abou. “Nay not so,”

Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cherrily still; and said, “I pray thee then,

Write me as one of loves his fellow men.”


The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

It came again with a great wakening light,

And showed the names who love of God had blessed,

And, lo? Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!


The message of this poem always moves me deeply, and keeps me mindful of the fact that being kind to others is more important than acting Holy.  I hope this poem gives you inner strength to be your best self … to Your Self, and your best self with others.


Lesson: God is here for us, and we are here for each other.