Say: Still your
pens, O concourse of divines, for lo, the shrill voice of the Pen of Glory hath
been lifted up between earth and heaven. Cast away all that ye possess and take
fast hold of that which We have revealed unto you with power and authority. The
Hour that was concealed within the knowledge of God hath struck, whereupon all
the atoms of the earth have proclaimed: “The Ancient of Days is come in His
great glory! Hasten unto Him, O peoples
of the earth, with humble and contrite hearts.” Say: We, in truth, have given Ourself as a ransom
for your own lives. Alas, when We came once again, We beheld you fleeing from
Us, whereat the eye of My loving-kindness wept sore over My people. Fear God, O
ye that perceive.
- Baha'u'llah (Suriy-i-Haykal [Tablet of Temple]; ‘The Summons of the Lord of Hosts’)
