Mar 16, 2022

The Message -- a poem by Louis G. Gregory

The Báb

O Herald of the King of Kings

From Whom creation's power springs

The mission thine to blaze the way

Which leads to realms of endless day;

To be thyself the mystic sign

Of perfect love and power divine;

To resurrect the souls of men

And wealth devise beyond our ken.

Thy shining form was sometimes sad

Yet still thou mad'st creation glad;

Through martyrdom did'st plant the seeds

Which fructified in wondrous deeds.

Grant all, through deeds without desire

To witness thy celestial fire.

Bahá’u’lláh

O manifested Sun of Man

Thy sheen the reign of peace began.

Thine exile proved to man his home.

Thy shackles freed the souls to roam

The universe of God's great love

Directed by the Heavenly Dove.

The kings, their homage due to thee,

Enthroned, etherial majesty,

Shall bring the treasures of the earth

Memorial to thy cycle's birth.

The sweetest carols angels sing

Proclaim the oneness of our King.

O deathless Flame of Beauty bright

Set fire our souls, bestow thy might!

‘Abdu’l-Bahá

O Servant of the Light of God

Help us to bear the chastening rod;

Like thee to bless when others curse -

So shape our lives by Heaven's verse.

How like the Father through the years

Did'st thou restrain the fount of tears

Which in thy children sought to flow

Forth from the deep of human woe.

How cheered the hearts that turned to thee!

How sweet thy rare humility!

With wisdom great thou did'st the Ark

Guide through the storms of hatred dark.

To vivify the souls endeared

The mystery of God appeared.

(The Baha’i World, 1930-1932)