Through the Varied Patterned Lace

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Greeting from a Baha’i
“I salute The Divinity
in you.”

As I look into each different face,
I am exalted.
I am exalted to recognize His Grace
shimmering through the varied patterned lace.

There is God’s Good in every man
whether Russian, French, Italian, or America

And glowing so in you,
O, Ibo, Yoruba, Zulu, Congolese, Fan.

I look at you and feel It flooding me.
Divinity must win the race. It will not be halted.
We are all small sons of one clan.
I am exalted.
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