He is God
O mighty Lord! Thou seest what hath befallen Thy helpless
lovers in this darkest of long nights; Thou knowest how, in all these years of
separation from Thy Beauty, the confidants of Thy mysteries have ever been
acquainted with burning grief.
O Powerful Master! Suffer not Thy wayfarers to be abased and
brought low; succour this handful of feeble creatures with the potency of Thy
might. Exalt Thy loved ones before the assemblage of man, and grant them
strength. Allow those broken-winged beings to raise their heads and glory in
the fulfilment of their hopes, that we in these brief days of life may gaze
with our physical eyes on the elevation and exaltation of Thy Faith, and soar
up to Thee with gladdened souls and blissful hearts.
Thou knowest that, since Thy ascension, we seek no name or
fame, that in this swiftly passing world we wish henceforth no joy, no delight
and no good fortune.
Then keep Thy word, and exhilarate once more the lives of
these, Thy sick at heart. Bring light to our expectant eyes, balm to our
stricken breasts. Lead Thou the caravans of the city of Thy love swiftly to
their intended goal. Draw those who sorrow after Thee into the high court of
reunion with Thee. For in this world below we ask for nothing but the triumph
of Thy Cause. And within the precincts of Thy boundless mercy we hope for
nothing but Thy presence.
Thou art the Witness, the Haven, the Refuge; Thou art He who
rendereth victorious this band of the innocent.
- Shoghi Effendi (From ‘Fire and
Light: Excerpts from the Bahá'í Sacred Writings by Báb, The, Bahá'u'lláh,
Abdu'l-Bahá and Shoghi Effendi’ Compiled by Research Department of the
Universal House of Justice; The Baha’i World 1979-1983)
