The everlasting Candle shineth in its naked glory. Behold
how it hath consumed every mortal veil. O ye moth-like lovers of His light!
Brave every danger, and consecrate your souls to its consuming flame. O ye that
thirst after Him! Strip yourselves of every earthly affection, and hasten to
embrace your Beloved. With a zest that none can equal make haste to attain unto
Him. The Flower, thus far hidden from the sight of men, is unveiled to your
eyes. In the open radiance of His glory He standeth before you. His voice
summoneth all the holy and sanctified beings to come and be united with Him.
Happy is he that turneth thereunto; well is it with him that hath attained, and
gazed on the light of so wondrous a countenance. - Baha’u’llah (‘Days of
Remembrance’)
