It's yours: come and take it.

Lost and dying, hollow men in the cities
Wolfmen and eagles of the wounded 
mountains and plains
Small seeking creatures looking 
for the missing ancient forests
You wander far, then go back to your nests
On arriving back, chaos, violatation.

Memory has died and history has not spoken clear
Only fragments, which move a few sober souls
You look about, tears falling, 
is there any hope?
But the centre is whole, 
the pillar stands waiting
The ceremony can not start without you.

Indian native man, woman arise and approach
The mystic smoke, breathe deep the pure leaf
Walk towards the path of certainty leading
To the campfire of Baha, 
Messenger of the planet.
It is being held in trust 
for all God's humans.

It is your Faith, the point 
round which you can circle
Reach out and take it, come complete the cycle.
Warmed by the Words and Deeds of Truth
Some already stand with outstretched arms,
Hearts unified at His fire, inspired 
by the valiant martyrs.

Then go heal the world.