O God, my God! These are Thy feeble servants; they are Thy
loyal bondsmen and Thy handmaidens, who have bowed themselves down before Thine
exalted Utterance and humbled themselves at Thy Threshold of light, and borne
witness to Thy oneness through which the Sun hath been made to shine in midday
splendour. They have listened to the summons Thou didst raise from out Thy
hidden Realm, and with hearts quivering with love and rapture, they have
responded to Thy call.
O Lord, shower upon them all the outpourings of Thy mercy,
rain down upon them all the waters of Thy grace. Make them to grow as beauteous
plants in the garden of heaven, and from the full and brimming clouds of Thy
bestowals and out of the deep pools of Thine abounding grace make Thou this garden
to flower and keep it ever green and lustrous, ever fresh and shimmering and
fair.
Thou art verily the Mighty, the Exalted, the Powerful, He
Who alone, in the heavens and on the earth, abideth unchanged. There is none
other God save Thee, the Lord of manifest tokens and signs.
- ‘Abdu'l-Baha (‘Selections
from the Writings of Abdu'l-Baha’)
