O Moving Form of
Dust! I desire communion with thee, but thou wouldst put no trust in Me. The
sword of thy rebellion hath felled the tree of thy hope. At all times I am near
unto thee, but thou art ever far from Me. Imperishable glory I have chosen for
thee, yet boundless shame thou hast chosen for thyself. While there is yet
time, return, and lose not thy chance.
- Baha’u’llah (‘The Hidden Words of
Baha’u’llah’)
