O my Lord, my Defender, my Help in peril!
O my Lord, my Defender, my Help in Peril! Lowly do I entreat
Thee, ailing do I come unto Thee to be healed, humbly do I cry out to Thee with
my tongue, my soul, my spirit:
O God, my God! The gloom of night hath shrouded every region,
and all the earth is shut away behind thick clouds. The peoples of the world
are sunk in the black depths of vain illusions, while their tyrants wallow in
cruelty and hate. I see nothing but the glare of searing fires that blaze
upward from the nethermost abyss, I hear nothing save the thunderous roar that
belloweth out from thousands upon thousands of fiery weapons of assault, while
every land is crying aloud in its secret tongue: “My riches avail me nothing,
and my sovereignty hath perished!”
O my Lord, the lamps of guidance have gone out. The flames of
passion are mounting high, and malevolence is ever gaining on the world. Malice
and hate have overspread the face of the whole earth, and I find no souls
except Thine own oppressed small band who are raising up this cry:
Make haste to love! Make haste to trust! Make haste to give! To
guidance come!
Come ye for harmony! To behold the Star of Day! Come here for
kindliness, for ease! Come here for amity and peace!
Come and cast down your weapons of wrath, till unity is won! Come
and in the Lord's true path each one help each one.
Verily, with exceeding joy, with heart and soul, do these
oppressed of Thine offer themselves up for all mankind in every land. Thou
seest them, O my Lord, weeping over the tears Thy people shed, mourning the
grief of Thy children, condoling with humankind, suffering because of the
calamities that beset all the denizens of the earth.
O my Lord, wing them with victory that they may soar upward
to salvation, strengthen their loins in service to Thy people, and their backs
in servitude to Thy Threshold of Holiness.
Verily Thou art the Generous, verily Thou art the Merciful! There
is none other God save Thee, the Clement, the Pitiful, the Ancient of Days!
‘Abdu’l-Bahá
—Selections from the
Writings of Abdu'l-Bahá, 218.10–218.18
7 comments:
Be nice if many made such haste instead of being violent nut cases.
As Fil says, in her blog, make music. Spread good vibrations throughout the world.
It is nice you posted a prayer for peace. I believe the world will have peace again. Good will win out over evil and hate.
A lovely sentiment Yolanda. Too bad the world is so full of religious nutcases that feel terrorism is the way to serve God.
If only all religions and the people who followed them felt that way.
What happened in Paris is sad. Not the first time nor the last time and that's the unfortunate truth of this world.
.Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
O my Lord, the lamps of guidance have gone out. The flames of passion are mounting high, and malevolence is ever gaining on the world. Malice and hate have overspread the face of the whole earth, and I find no souls except Thine own oppressed small band who are raising up this cry:
Make haste to love! Make haste to trust! Make haste to give! To guidance come!
Amen!
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