Feast of Honor

The crisp evening air
awakens the desire
for God's healing words.

Out of the darkness of chaos
flee the followers
of light.

The speech of the Friend
rouses the ability
to sacrifice.

From the heavens of mercy
pour the showers
of divine love.

The crisp evening air
ignites desire
to see the beauty of God.

Out of the night's separation
knowledge of self
is gained.

The voices of the friends
engenders power
to go beyond insistent self.

In the joy of reunion
the soul gains
the will to survive.

The pen of Baha'u'llah
answers the questions
humanity asks.

Over the horizon of religion
rises the Glory of God,
revealing the verses of splendor.

The names of God
are united
by the return of the Lord.

Over the horizon of honor
ascends the grandeur of God.

From the perfect mirror
is reflected the might
of dawn.

Through the Pen of Glory
flows the sovereignty
of unity.

Away from matter's dominion
ascend the people of God.

The loftiness
of God's Promised One
is revealed through the Ancient Beauty.


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