Selections From the Writings of `Abdu'l-Bahá
17: O ye who are the chosen ones of the Abhá Kingdom! ...
O ye who are the chosen ones of the Abhá Kingdom! Praise ye the Lord of Hosts for He, riding upon the
clouds, hath come down to this world out of the heaven of
the invisible realm, so that East and West were lit by the
glory of the Sun of Truth, and the call of the Kingdom was
raised, and the heralds of the realm above, with melodies of
the Concourse on high, sang out the glad tidings of the
Coming. Then the whole world of being did quiver for joy,
and still the people, even as the Messiah saith, slept on: for
the day of the Manifestation, when the Lord of Hosts
descended, found them wrapped in the slumber of unknowing.
As He saith in the Gospel, My coming is even as
when the thief is in the house, and the goodman of the
house watcheth not.
From amongst all mankind hath He chosen you, and
your eyes have been opened to the light of guidance and
your ears attuned to the music of the Company above; and
blessed by abounding grace, your hearts and souls have been
born into new life. Thank ye and praise ye God that the
hand of infinite bestowals hath set upon your heads this
gem-studded crown, this crown whose lustrous jewels will
forever flash and sparkle down all the reaches of time.
To thank Him for this, make ye a mighty effort, and
choose for yourselves a noble goal. Through the power of
faith, obey ye the teachings of God, and let all your actions
conform to His laws. Read ye The Hidden Words, ponder
the inner meanings thereof, act in accord therewith. Read,
with close attention, the Tablets of Tarazát (Ornaments),
Kalímát (Words of Paradise), Tajallíyyát (Effulgences),
Ishráqát (Splendours), and Bishárát (Glad Tidings), and rise
up as ye are bidden in the heavenly teachings. Thus may
each one of you be even as a candle casting its light, the
centre of attraction wherever people come together; and
from you, as from a bed of flowers, may sweet scents be
Raise ye a clamour like unto a roaring sea; like a prodigal
cloud, rain down the grace of heaven. Lift up your voices
and sing out the songs of the Abhá Realm. Quench ye the
fires of war, lift high the banners of peace, work for the
oneness of humankind and remember that religion is the
channel of love unto all peoples. Be ye aware that the children
of men are sheep of God and He their loving Shepherd,
that He careth tenderly for all His sheep and maketh
them to feed in His own green pastures of grace and giveth
them to drink from the wellspring of life. Such is the way
of the Lord. Such are His bestowals. Such, from among
His teachings, is His precept of the oneness of mankind.
The portals of His blessings are opened wide and His
signs are published abroad and the glory of truth is blazing
forth; inexhaustible are the blessings. Know ye the value of
this time. Strive ye with all your hearts, raise up your voices
and shout, until this dark world be filled with light, and this
narrow place of shadows be widened out, and this dust heap
of a fleeting moment be changed into a mirror for the
eternal gardens of heaven, and this globe of earth receive
its portion of celestial grace.
Then will aggression crumble away, and all that maketh
for disunity be destroyed, and the structure of oneness be
raised--that the Blessed Tree may cast its shade over east
and west, and the Tabernacle of the singleness of man be
set up on the high summits, and flags that betoken love and
fellowship flutter from their staffs around the world until
the sea of truth lift high its waves, and earth bring forth the
roses and sweet herbs of blessings without end, and become
from pole to pole the Abhá Paradise.
These are the counsels of `Abdu'l-Bahá. It is my hope
that out of the bestowals of the Lord of Hosts ye will
become the spiritual essence and the very radiance of
humankind, binding the hearts of all with bonds of love;
that through the power of the Word of God ye will bring
to life the dead now buried in the graves of their sensual
desires; that ye will, with the rays of the Sun of Truth,
restore the sight of those whose inner eye is blind; that ye
will bring spiritual healing to the spiritually sick. These
things do I hope for, out of the bounties and the bestowals
of the Beloved.
At all times do I speak of you and call you to mind. I pray
unto the Lord, and with tears I implore Him to rain down
all these blessings upon you, and gladden your hearts, and
make blissful your souls, and grant you exceeding joy and
O Thou loving Provider! These souls have hearkened
to the summons of the Kingdom, and have gazed
upon the glory of the Sun of Truth. They have risen
upward to the refreshing skies of love; they are enamoured
of Thy nature, and they worship Thy beauty.
Unto Thee have they turned themselves, speaking
together of Thee, seeking out Thy dwelling, and
thirsting for the waterbrooks of Thy heavenly realm.
Thou art the Giver, the Bestower, the Ever-loving.