Enjoy this beautiful poem, entitled Place of Light in a Distant Land, submitted by a US Bahá'í with close ties to Chile. 

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What if the Chilean Temple

were already there in wenu mapu,

the ideal earth above this world

where the Andean Mountains

fall seaward under a dense night

illumined by the distant lights

of Santiago, spread like daisies

under the stern Southern Cross.

I see the Temple on the hill,

approach a shining saffron globe

with nine uplifted wings

joining heaven, man and earth.

Hope of one ideal earth with

one ideal family—none left out

pulses outward on fingers of light,

dances with the Pleides.

I follow the path of the light.

Now crossing bone dry deserts

of the Atacama where no rain

moistens endless grains of sand.

In hushed hallways of foliage,

I come to southern rain forests

where green leaves of oak and lenga

admit the light grudgingly.

A circle of light beckons,

offers shelter from the void.

A little ray enters and we

feel a shudder of recognition.

by Connee Davis