O Thou kind and loving Providence! The east is astir and the
west surgeth even as the eternal billows of the sea. The gentle breezes of
holiness are diffused and, from the Unseen Kingdom, the rays of the Orb of
Truth shine forth resplendent. The anthems of divine unity are being chanted
and the ensigns of celestial might are waving. The angelic Voice is raised and,
even as the roaring of the leviathan, soundeth the call to selflessness and
evanescence. The triumphal cry Yá Bahá’u’l-Abhá resoundeth on every side, and
the call Yá ‘Alíyyu’l-A‘lá ringeth throughout all regions. No stir is there in
the world save that of the Glory of the One Ravisher of Hearts, and no tumult
is there save the surging of the love of Him, the Incomparable, the
Well-Beloved.
The beloved of the Lord, with their musk-scented breath,
burn like bright candles in every clime, and the friends of the All-Merciful,
even as unfolding flowers, can be found in all regions. Not for a moment do
they rest; they breathe not but in remembrance of Thee, and crave naught but to
serve Thy Cause. In the meadows of truth they are as sweet-singing nightingales,
and in the flower-garden of guidance they are even as brightly-coloured
blossoms. With mystic flowers they adorn the walks of the Garden of Reality; as
swaying cypresses they line the riverbanks of the Divine Will. Above the
horizon of being they shine as radiant stars; in the firmament of the world
they gleam as resplendent orbs. Manifestations of celestial grace are they, and
daysprings of the light of divine assistance.
Grant, O Thou Loving Lord, that all may stand firm and
steadfast, shining with everlasting splendour, so that, at every breath, gentle
breezes may blow from the bowers of Thy loving-kindness, that from the ocean of
Thy grace a mist may rise, that the kindly showers of Thy love may bestow
freshness, and the zephyr waft its perfume from the rose garden of divine
unity.
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha (‘Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’)
