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The Great Trumpet Has Sounded
The Great Trumpet Has Sounded
"Tahirih, with her face unveiled, stepped from her garden, advancing to the pavilion of Baha’u’llah; and as she came, she shouted aloud these words: 'The Trumpet is sounding! The great Trump is blown! The universal Advent is now proclaimed!'"
Abdu’l-Baha, Memorials of the Faithful, p. 202.
The trumpets have sounded,
the bugles have blown,
their blasts reverberating
across the Earth.
Foundations crumble
and walls collapse,
God's call is echoing
across the planet.
The Bab is the trumpet blast
that broke through the clouds of dogma
and set the firmament ablaze.
He is the first light of day
reflecting from the mirrors of detachment,
and resurrecting
the living letters of divine love.
He is the Gate of God
opening the way for the Lord of Host,
the Glory of God.
This is the third poem in a series of two hundred dedicated to the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab. Tahirih was one of the Eighteen Letters of the Living, the disciples of The Bab. The Lord of Host is one of the titles of Baha'u'llah, the Glory of God.
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