Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
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: ▼ |
Dedicated the the Baha'i Spiritual Assemblies January 30, 2019 at 10:35pm Dedicated to the Baha'i Spiritual Assemblies
Across the World
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Distant light twinkle
Stars in the heaven of hope
Shine for the Beloved
2
Phoenixes of faith
Consumed in certitude's blaze
Reborn from doubt's ashes
Raised by the Glory of God
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Rockets exploding
In mid air they consecrate
The new Day of God
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Faith's arrows fly high
Scarlet stains white doves feathers
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Followers of light
Resurrected from self's tomb
Commemora... [Read more] Born To Live January 30, 2019 at 3:35pm Born To Live
I thin human beings are born to live,
not to die
Alina Franandez Revuelta
I think human beings are born to live,
to live in the beauty of true freedom;
to dwell in the splendor of genuine independence;
to abide in the magnificence of actual liberty;
to exist in the resplendence of real autonomy;
to prevail in the pursuit of certain emancipation;
to survive in the quest of valid alternatives:
I think human beings are born to live,
not to die.
Nor submit t... [Read more] |