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: ▼ |
The Cornerstone August 23, 2023 at 10:05pm The Cornerstone
of the Baha'i House of Worship
in Wilmette, Illinois
"The stone which the builders rejected
is to become the head stone of the corner."
Psalms 118:22
Cracked;
Rough;
Odd shaped;
Unremarkable;
Unsightly;
Natural unpolished stone.
Love looked within;
Love saw
The perfectly formed atoms
And subatomic particles,
That composed
The matter of the stone.
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Poetry In Bed
My mind
sated with verse
falls into a contemplative stupor.
Eye lids close,
pupils focus on the interplay
of light and shadow.
Words unassociated
with those I just read
jolt my mind.
Eye lids open,
pupils focus on the interplay
of meter and rhyme.
Reading
The Word of God in Bed
My mind
hungry for reality
consumes the Holy Words.
Eye lids
heavy with meditation
fight to stay open.
My mind
thirsty for the Water of Life
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Of My Beloved
Shall I write
And not of Thee through Whom my fingers bend
To hold my quill?
George Herbert
I write of my Beloved
Through whom my fingers bend
To pick up my pen!
I write of my salvation
Using ink drawn from my own veins
To document my liberation!
I write of my pain
Caused by my ego's attempt to gain
My soul's allegiance!
I write of my fears
Caused by the disempowering years
In Self's prison!
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