Bicentenary Poems and Prose

Armor

Armor:
To The Blessed Beauty

"Armed with the power of Thy name nothing can ever hurt me, and with Thy love in my heart all the world’s afflictions can in no wise alarm me."

Bahá’u’lláh

“Yá Bahá’u’l-Abhá!”

I feel the power of the Holy Spirit
each time I mentally intone
God's Greatest Name.

Fear is dispersed,
and I lay my head upon my pillow
knowing
nothing can harm me during the night.

Morning comes,
and again I mentally pronounce
His name.

“Alláh-u-Abhá!”

In the tranquility of my chamber,
I chant the Name of God,
as my fingers count the prayer beads.

My day begun,
clothed in the armor
of the Name of God.

Poet's Note: ▼

This is Poem 151 of 200 Dedicated to The Blessed Beauty.