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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: ▼ |
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
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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] |
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