Praise be to Him Who hath rent the dark asunder, hath
blotted out the night, hath drawn aside the coverings and torn away the veils;
Whose light thereupon shone out, Whose signs and tokens were spread abroad, and
His mysteries laid bare. Then did His clouds part and loaded down the earth
with His bounties and bestowals, and made all things sweet with rain, and
caused the fresh greenery of knowledge and the hyacinths of certitude to spring
forth and to shake and tremble for joy, till the whole world was scented with
the fragrance of His holiness.
Salutations and praise, blessings and glory be upon those
divine realities, those sacred windflowers that have come forth out of this
supreme bestowal, this flooding grace that hath roared like a clashing sea of
gifts and bounties, tossing its waves to the high heavens.
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha (‘Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha)
