Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
the cock-crow of Heaven have penetrated those ears? How else could the sweet parrots of India have come upon this sugar, or nightingales have lifted up their warblings out of the land of
‘Iráq? What else could set the east and west to dancing, how else could this Consecrated Spot become the throne of the Beauty of God? How else could
Sinai behold this burning brightness, how could the Advent’s flame adorn that mount? How else could the
Holy Land be made the footstool of God’s beauty, and the holy vale of Towa
1 become the site of excellence and grace, the sacred spot where
Moses put off His shoes? How could the breaths of heaven be carried across the Vale of Holiness, how could the sweet-scented, airy streams that blow out of the
Abhá gardens ever be perceived by those that dwell on the Verdant Isle? How else could the pledges of the Prophets, the joyous tidings of the holy Seers of old, the stirring promises given unto this Sacred Place by the
Manifestations of God, ever have been fulfilled?
195.3How else could the
Tree of Anísá have been planted here, the flag of the Testament be flown, the intoxicating cup of the
Covenant be lifted to these lips? All these blessings and bestowals, the very means of proclaiming the
Faith, have come about through the scorn of the ignorant, the opposition of the foolish, the stubbornness of the dull-witted, the violence of the aggressor. Had it not been for these things, the news of
the Báb’s advent would not, to this day, have reached even into lands hard by. Wherefore we should never grieve over the blindness of the unwitting, the attacks of the foolish, the hostility of the low and base, the heedlessness of the divines, the charges of infidelity
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