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Celebrating the two hundredth Anniversaries of The Birth of Baha'u'llah and The Bab |
Feast of Words: To the Blessed Beauty "O Son of Man! Thou art My dominion and My dominion perisheth not; wherefore fearest thou thy perishing? Thou art My light and My light shall never be extinguished; why dost thou dread extinction? Thou art My glory and My glory fadeth not; thou art My robe and My robe shall never be outworn. Abide then in thy love for Me, that thou mayest find Me in the realm of glory." Bahá’u’lláh – from The Hidden Words1 A feast of words-- I meditate on the hidden meanings, I contemplate the similes that flow through my mind, and wait for my soul to modify them into metaphors. Physical hunger forgotten-- fried squash becomes the symbol of yesterday's desires-- as I learn the meaning of sacrifice, forgiveness, and gratitude. I write this poem realizing that I can forgive those who robbed me of past tranquility because I am responsible for my own peace of mind. I reread the words I have written, and comprehend that I have under-stated the effect the sacred writings have upon my soul. Poet's Note ▼ Footnotes |
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