O ye sons and daughters of the Kingdom! Thankful, the birds of the spirit
seek only to fly in the high heavens and to sing out their songs with
wondrous art. But the pitiable earthworms love only to tunnel into the
ground, and what a mighty struggle they make to get themselves down into
its depths! Even so are the sons of earth. Their highest aim is to augment
their means of continuing on, in this vanishing world, this death in life;
and this despite the fact that they are bound hand and foot by a thousand
cares and sorrows, and never safe from danger, not even for the twinkling
of an eye; never at any time secure, even from sudden death. Wherefore,
after a brief span, are they utterly effaced, and no sign remaineth to
tell of them, and no word of them is ever heard again.
Then let you engage in the praise of Baha'u'llah, for it is through His
grace and succour that ye have become sons and daughters of the Kingdom;
it is thanks to Him that ye are now songsters in the meadows of truth, and
have soared upward to the heights of the glory that abideth forever. Ye
have found your place in the world that dieth not; the breaths of the Holy
Spirit have blown upon you; ye have taken on another life, ye have gained
access to the Threshold of God.
Wherefore, with great gladness, establish ye spiritual assemblies, and
engage ye in uttering the praise and glorification of the Lord, and
calling Him Holy and Most Great. Lift up to the realm of the All-Glorious
your suppliant cries for help, and voice ye at every moment a myriad
thanks for having won this abounding favour and exceeding grace.