Bicentenary Poems and Prose

Feast of Might

Feast of Might:
To the Blessed Beauty

"Thus do I say: There is no power or might save in God, the Protector, the Self-Subsistent."

Bahá’u’lláh, The Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys, The Third Valley

Blessed Beauty,
I give thanks for the fruit of glory
revealed through the Pen of God's love.

Mighty Lord,
I raise my voice in exaltation
proclaiming the sovereignty of God
reflected though mirror of His Manifestation.

Mightiest One,
I give thanks for the wine of of grandeur
shared at the Feast of Might.

Self-Subsistent One,
I inhale the magnificence
of the Lord of Host,
as he walks through the Garden of Paradise.

Protector of Your Lovers,
I give thanks each day
fro the strength
to proclaim your sacred words.

Blessed Beauty,
each day at noon I proclaim
my powerlessness and your might.1

Mighty Lord,
I give thanks for the bread of faith
shared at the Feast of Might.

Poet's Note: ▼

This is Poem 28 of 200 Dedicated to the Blessed Beauty.

Footnotes
1  Refers to the Short Obligatory prayer.