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Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
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Devotional Poetry My Search I Into the mystic realm, I let my mind take flight, Over stone strewn highways, I search the endless night. I was the Wanderer, Looking for a goal, And the Seeker, Searching for my soul. I walked the roads of idle fancy, Paths of material delight, Stumbling over stones of vain imaginings, In my search for the light. A voice deep within me cried: "Here doesn't lay your goal, Upon these darkened pathways, You'll never find your sou." II Into the mystic realm, Again my mind took flight, Over well traveled highways, I search the misty twilight. I was a Seeer, Seeking an unknown goal, And a Stranger, To my own soul. In this realm of half-light, I strolled the roads of tradition, Picking my way carefully, Through the shadows of superstition. Still from within came the cry: "Not in this realm is your goal, Upon these half-lit pathways, You'll never find your soul" III Into the mystic realm, Again I took flight, And walked the paths, Where God has shed His light. I walked the hallowed highways, Trod by the Prophets of old, Strolled the ancient paths, Strewn with nuggets of pure gold. This is the wondrous realm, Where all paths become one, This is the glorious land, Illuminated by God's sun. Through the Word of God, I have found my soul, In the Messenger for this age, I have found my goal. Poet's Note: ▼ |
For The Love of Baha'u'llah February 8, 2019 at 10:39pm For The Love of Baha'u'llah
For the love of Baha'u'llah!
The Army of Light assembles,
Beneath the banner of unity.
For the love of Baha'u'llah!
Whatever the sacrifice necessary,
To unite the world, it will be made.
For the love of Baha'u'llah!
We rise from the warmth of our beds,
Intoning the Greatest Name.
For the love of Baha'u'llah!
We greet the light of dawn,
With God's praise on our lips.
For the love of Baha'u'lla... [Read more] If I Had My Way February 8, 2019 at 10:08pm If I Had My Way
If I had my way
each religion would accept
all other religions a valid.
If I had my way
the entire planet
would follow a single calendar.
If I had my way
all public prayers
would be interdenominational.
If I had my way
the calendar would be based
on a solar day.
If I had my way
no one,
whether animal or human,
would be homeless.
If I had my way
each person would memorize
a poem, scripture verse, or prayer.
If I had my way
all scientific discov... [Read more] Returning Takes Too Long February 7, 2019 at 5:25pm Returning Takes Too Long
It takes too long
to retrace my steps
over the shards of memory,
and across the petrified tears of yesterday.
It takes too long
to follow paths covered
with the dust of history,
littered with scraps of illusions,
and strewn with the bones of vain imaginings.
Knowledge cannot be unlearned,
and lessons cannot be forgotten;
the essence of growth is in the cells of longing,
of striving to go beyond the boundaries of dogma,
and of struggling to clime the... [Read more] To Those Who Proclaim Baha'u'llah's Name {19 Poems) February 24, 2019 at 1:02pm To Those Who Proclaim Baha'u'llah's Name
1
Nightingales singing
In the boughs of the Tree of Life
2
The arrows of God
Set fire to dogma's dead wood
Freeing seeds of faith
3
Bees in God's garden
Spreading the glad tidings of love
4
The flowers of God
Resurrected from winter's
Sleep by the Lord of the Age
5
The warriors of God
Building His Kingdom on Earth
6
The angels of light
Guiding Children of the Book
To the Pr... [Read more] The Heart's Garden and The Prison of Self January 11, 2022 at 8:10pm The Heart's Garden
Within the walls of self a garden grows,
Planted with seeds harvested from life's blows.
If we don not choose carefully the seeds,
In the heart's garden fear and hatred grows.
But if we choose carefully the seeds,
We will grow flowers and fruit instead of weeds.
When we plant seeds of love and sacrifice,
The heart's garden grows exquisite deeds.
The Prison of Self
"At Wadsworth Prison the Master, 'Abdu'l-Baha, worte in the vi... [Read more] An Act of Self-Discovery: A Metaphor February 6, 2019 at 8:56pm An Act of Self-Discovery:
A Metaphor
The cat litter needs cleaning!
Taking
a slotted spatula,
chunk by chunk I sift the waste;
chunk by chunk I pace the waste
into a plastic grocery bag.
Pouring
fresh litter into the pan
I use the spatula
to smooth the sand.
Tying
the plastic bag shut
I carry it to the alley
for the garbage truck to pickup.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this in 152 B.E. It has to do with discovering things I have to let go.
... [Read more] Divine Love August 31, 2023 at 9:53pm Divine Love
God's love is a pericarp,
A seed pod ready to burst,
To open the seeker's heart,
To life's unquenchable thirst.
Love for God: a lightning rod,
Attached to the seeker's soul,
Attracting the love of God;
Revealing the seeker's goal.
God's love: a gravity well,
It captures the seeker's soul,
Then test the seeker's will,
Obedience to God's goal.
Divine love is a guiding light,
Allows the seeker to move,
To ascend in joyous fli... [Read more] Evolution of the Human Soul February 3, 2019 at 5:45pm Evolution of the Human Soul
Yahweh;
Jehovah;
Allah;
Names given by humanity
to the Creator.
Always beyond our reach;
we advance toward the Unknowable Essence
we call God.
While the Essence,
advancing in its own existence,
remains
outside of our touch.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this in 145 B.E.
... [Read more] The Blue Flame February 3, 2019 at 5:35pm The Blue Flame
Soul is a blue flame
As the distance between the spirit and God increases
The frequency of its color is lowered
Or the wavelength shad is lengthened
Sifting its hue toward the red
Tinting the blue flame cherry
Then burgundy
Then ruby
Then scarlet
Then a deep crimson blue.
Soul is a blue flame
As the distance between God and the human spirit decreases
The wavelength of its color is shortened
Or the frequency of its shade is raised
Shifting its hue toward the v... [Read more] Ascension: A Meditation February 2, 2019 at 8:54pm Ascension:
A Meditation
Ascending
Out of the abyss of time
Subatomic particles vibrate
To creation's melody
Ascending
Out of the mist of yesterday
Atoms echo creation's song
Across the interstellar medium
Ascending
Out of racial memory
Religion's melody reverberates
Across the expanse of space-time
Ascending
Out of the brain of matter
A new song echoes
Across the firmament of faith
Ascending
Out of the darkness of unbelief
The sun of truth scatters
T... [Read more] Alone In The Storm February 2, 2019 at 8:16pm Alone In The Storm
Alone
in the storm!!
I am
a fish out of water,
unable to consume
the pure oxygen of
God's love.
Is there a remover of my difficulties?
Alone
in the storm!
I am
a butterfly in transition
unable to fly.
Who is the remover of my difficulties?
Alone
in the storm!
I am
molting
and metamorphosing.
God is the remover of my difficulties!
I am not
alone in the storm!
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this in 151 B.E. This wa... [Read more] Who Am I and Maker of Cloth February 5, 2019 at 7:15pm Who Am I?
Who dwells in this body
created by the conjunction of sperm and egg?
Am I only a composition of nature?
What animates
these atoms in love with themselves?
Does a soul give my body life?
Creation of God or composition of nature?
Why can't this answer be both?
Maker of Cloth:
A Metaphor
On the loom of existence,
I weave the pattern of my life.
On the loom of verse,
I wave the pattern of my thoughts.
On the loom of actions,
I weave the pattern of... [Read more] |
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