Bicentenary Poems and Prose

A Poem Fell Into My Hand

A Poem Fell Into My Hand:
To the Blessed Beauty

A poem fell into my hand today,
red as the martyrs rose,
its scarlet perfume
wafted across the planet
from ‘Akká, Israel.

A poem fell into my hand today,
its rose-colored petals
reminded me
of Mírzá Mihdí1,
the Purest Branch,
and his sacrifice
for the Blessed Beauty.

Poet's Note: ▼

I got idea for the title and the first line from reading "Poetry Newsletter (July 12, 2017)"  (Poems Are Everywhere!). After that the rest of the poem just fell into place. This is Poem 37 of 200 Dedicated to the Blessed Beauty.

Footnotes
1  http://bahaichronicles.org/mirza-mihdi/