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Celebrating the two hundredth Anniversaries of The Birth of Baha'u'llah and The Bab |
The Wayfarer's Journey Begins In the first dim light of morning, Before the sun set's dawn's clouds ablaze, Or the nightingale intones his praise, From the bed of sleeplessness I raise, Proclaiming the joy of morning. Restless in the light of morning, I seek the Point of Adoration The Gate of divine inspiration, The Tabernacle of salvation, I search for the star of morning. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |