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| Divine Springtime of Thy tender mercies |
Glory
to Thee, O my God! The first stirrings of the spring of Thy grace have appeared
and clothed Thine earth with verdure. The clouds of the heaven of Thy bounty
have rained their rain on this City within whose walls is imprisoned Him Whose
desire is the salvation of Thy creatures. Through it the soil of this City hath
been decked forth, and its trees clothed with foliage, and its inhabitants
gladdened.
The
hearts of Thy dear ones, however, will rejoice only at the Divine Springtime of
Thy tender mercies, whereby the hearts are quickened, and the souls are
renewed, and the trees of human existence bear their fruits.
The
plants that have sprung forth, O my Lord, in the hearts of Thy loved ones have
withered away. Send down upon them, from the clouds of Thy spirit, that which
will cause the tender herbs of Thy knowledge and wisdom to grow within their
breasts. Rejoice, then, their hearts with the proclamation of Thy Cause and the
exaltation of Thy sovereignty.
Their
eyes, O my Lord, are expectantly turned in the direction of Thy bounty, and
their faces are set towards the horizon of Thy grace. Suffer them not, through
Thy bounty, to be deprived of Thy grace. Potent art Thou, by Thy sovereign
might, over all things. No God is there but Thee, the Almighty, the Help in
Peril, the Self-Subsisting.
Bahá’u’lláh
(Posted by our guest Hand of Cause of God Mr. David Maxwell on 2nd June 2013)
