Anointed for faith and fidelity, around the pit
they stagger, bloodied and battered, the lusty ones,
those worshiped ones, our idols, gone now astray,
beaten down and broken.
And so in our holiness we scream for another,
and then another and then yet another—
because the dark that is coming is getting darker.
And though we swing and dodge as we may
and prove ourselves worthy with each new failure,
it never seems to matter and yet matters much and more.
For as sure as there is faith in the morrow,
we must protect ourselves from us, today.
This poem is based on:
As the new millennium approaches, the crucial need of the human race is to find a unifying vision of the nature of man and society. For the past century humanity’s response to this impulse has driven a succession of ideological upheavals that have convulsed our world and that appear now to have exhausted themselves. The passion invested in the struggle, despite its disheartening results, testifies to the depth of the need. For, without a common conviction about the course and direction of human history, it is inconceivable that foundations can be laid for a global society to which the mass of humankind can commit themselves.
This passage is from the Statement on Bahá’u’lláh: His Life and Work, issued to mark the 1992 centenary of the passing of Bahá’u’lláh, the Founder of the Bahá’í Faith.
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