O Thou Heavenly Father!
Thou hast the hosts of the Kingdom and the spiritual angels.
We, indigent souls are broken winged birds; yet we yearn to soar toward the
immensity of the Kingdom. We are thirsty fish; we seek the Sea of the Water of
Life. We are the butterflies of the nether world; we long for the Lamp of the
Realm on High. We are in the utmost weakness and feebleness; yet we are
fighting against the armies of the world.
Therefore, Lord of Hosts! confirm us so that the army of
Light may became victorious and the legions of the darkness be defeated. Assist
us in the service of the Kingdom and acquaint us with the Divine Mysteries.
Rejoice us with the glad tidings of the everlasting sovereignty and bestow upon
us a portion and a share of the Life Eternal. Suffer the tongues to be unloosed
and grant sight to the eyes; so that we may behold the world of the Kingdom and
may praise with an eloquent speech Thy Beauty and Thy Perfection.
Verily, Thou art the Bestower and the Kind!
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha
(Star of the West, vol. 5, no. 10, September 8, 1914)
