O God, my God! I beg of Thee by the dawning of the light of
Thy Beauty that hath illumined all the earth, and by the glance of Thy divine
compassion’s eye that considereth all things, and by the surging sea of Thy
bestowals in which all things are immersed, and by Thy streaming clouds of
bounty raining down gifts upon the essences of all created things, and by the
splendours of Thy mercy that existed before ever the world was—to help Thy
chosen ones to be faithful, and assist Thy loved ones to serve at Thine exalted
Threshold, and cause them to gain the victory through the battalions of Thy
might that overpowereth all things, and reinforce them with a great fighting
host from out of the Concourse on high.
O my Lord! They are weak souls standing at Thy door; they
are paupers in Thy courtyard, desperate for Thy grace, in dire need of Thy
succour, turning their faces toward the kingdom of Thy oneness, yearning for
the bounties of Thy bestowals. O my Lord! Flood Thou their minds with Thy holy
light; cleanse Thou their hearts with the grace of Thine assistance; gladden
their bosoms with the fragrance of the joys that waft from Thy Company above;
make bright their eyes by beholding the signs and tokens of Thy might; cause
them to be the ensigns of purity, the banners of sanctity waving high above all
creatures on the summits of the earth; make Thou their words to move hearts
which are even as solid rock. May they arise to serve Thee and dedicate
themselves to the Kingdom of Thy divinity, and set their faces toward the realm
of Thy Self-Subsistence, and spread far and wide Thy signs, and be illumined by
Thy streaming lights, and unfold Thy hidden mysteries. May they guide Thy
servants unto gentle waters and to the fountain of Thy mercy that welleth and
leapeth in the midmost heart of the Heaven of Thy oneness. May they hoist the
sail of detachment upon the Ark of Salvation, and move over the seas of Thy
knowledge; may they spread wide the pinions of unity and by their aid soar
upward to the Kingdom of Thy singleness to become servants whom the Supreme
Concourse will applaud, whose praises the dwellers in Thine all-glorious realm
will utter; may they hear the heralds of the invisible world as they raise
their cry of the Most Great Glad-Tidings; may they, in their longing to meet
Thee, invoke and pray unto Thee, intoning wondrous orisons at the dawn of
light—O my Lord Who disposest all things—shedding their tears at morningtide
and even, yearning to pass into the shadow of Thy mercy that endeth never.
Help them, O my Lord, under all conditions, support them at
all times with Thine angels of holiness, they who are Thine invisible hosts,
Thy heavenly battalions who bring down to defeat the massed armies of this
nether world.
Verily art Thou the Mighty, the Powerful, the Strong, the
All-Encompassing, the One Who hath dominion over all that is.
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha (‘Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’)