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Celebrating the two hundredth Anniversaries of The Birth of Baha'u'llah and The Bab |
Primal Point: To The Bab O Primal Point! Did stellar dust generate new stars at your nativity? Radiant orbs shining bright in their stellar nurseries; your own companies twinkling. O Gate of God! The darkness of dogma's night your rising light scattered. Your resplendent sun woke out of a dreamless sleep living letters. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |