Devotional Poetry

#1003352

January 31, 2021 at 8:59pm

Interfaith Forums 1 We all agree to disagree, our differences are few: a name, a language, a religion, a tone of skin, or a boundary line. 2 The name by which we call God doesn't matter, because each reflects a divine attribute. 3 Our religions are chapters in the book of God, that hasn't reached the final chapter. 4 Humanity's similarities are in our genes: we are one race. 5 ... [Read more]

#1003275

January 30, 2021 at 5:28pm

A Month of Daily Affirmations 1 Splendour Baha'u'llah, I seek your assistance in finding the splendour of God. 2 Glory Baha'u'llah, without God's love I couldn't see the glory of your revelation. 3 Beauty Baha'u'llah, I need your help to see the humanity's beauty. 4 Grandeur Baha'u'llah, thank you for revealing the grandeur of the path of righteousness. 5 Light Baha'u'llah, without your... [Read more]

#1002390

March 7, 2022 at 9:07pm

1 Journal Entries I leave behind tiny scarlet footprints on the tear stained murals of my fears. 2 Poetry is Immortal Poetry isn't dead; it can't die as long as humanity lives. Poetry sleeps waiting for the race to be reborn. 3 Baha'i Gospel Choir One spirit they raise their voices in praise proclaiming the Glory of God. 4 Justifiable Sins Justifiable sins are committed in the wee hours of the night when loneliness consumes inhibitions.... [Read more]

#1002290

January 17, 2021 at 3:24pm

The Martyrs Rose: Dedicated to Those Who Gave their Lives for The Bab and Baha'u'llah The Martyrs Rose blooms in the Abha Paradise, its scarlet tipped petals tinged red with the blood of God's lovers. Remembering faith's sacrifice red edged cream petals glisten in the light of a new day. Martyrs in the path of faith and in the Cause of God, they ascended into the garden of paradise. Those who were left behind must live each day sacrificing self for the Be... [Read more]

#1002247

January 16, 2021 at 7:00pm

Memorial Service: To Ali Akbar Furutan The lover died serving the Cause of the Beloved, serving humanity, and scattering the seeds of unity Scarlet edged blossoms-- their dual toned petals open to the night, and their sacred scents warming autumn's chill-- share the water of life with apricot tinged gladiolus and green leaf filler stand in crystal vase that is setting on a baby grand. A picture of the ascended smiles at us from the stage; on each side of the enlarged ... [Read more]

#1002243

January 16, 2021 at 6:27pm

Rejoice in the Bounty of the Lord Rejoice in the fruits of God's new creation, Spread out for humanity, On the table of God's latest revelation, The fruits of peace and unity. Rejoice because a new garden grows in paradise, Planted by the lamb of sacrifice, Nourished by the water flowing from God's throne, And overshadowed by the Tree of Life. {dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}This poem was written in 152 B.E. ... [Read more]

#1002113

January 14, 2021 at 7:55pm

Echoes of Creation I I sing of silence; of the unformed silence before the Word was spoken; before its letters were combined and linked inseparately to the deed. This is the song of precreation, of unformed, unchaotic, inexpressive, lonely nonexistence. This is the soul rending silence that preceded the primordial atom; that preceded God's spoken invocation, which generated creation's melody. God-- the uncreated, the unknowable, the preexistent-- pondered the... [Read more]

#1001699

January 8, 2021 at 6:26pm

Divine Plan Atoms of novas disperse across the interstellar medium merge with clouds of gas and dust. Nebula-- in which stars condense and planets grow-- gave birth to systems prepared to nurture sentient life: bodies that house nascent souls. What creatures are these that risen from the primal ooze stand awestruck at the sight of multicolored twinkling lights spread across the firmament? Neither gods nor beast, but having attributes of both at death their bodies will r... [Read more]

#1001642

January 7, 2021 at 8:50pm

The poem is the dance! Its metered lines mimic the rhythmic sway of bodies answering the drums eternal beat. The poet is the dancer! The naked-breasted Isadora, the leaping shaman circling the fire, the whirling dervish praising Allah. The poem is the dance! Its choreographed stanzas emulate the longing of voiceless angels to intone their praise of God. The poet is the dancer! Defiant, proud, idyllic metaphor, repudiating parochial view of God, and expanding humanity's a... [Read more]

#1001567

January 6, 2021 at 8:33pm

There is one religion in heaven, It is God's ancient faith, That was brought to us by His messengers, Who still speak to us today. They all set together paradise, At the round table of unity, Where the prayer they say is the same one, For their believers here on Earth. They weep for humanity, That segregates the faith of God, Into sects and religions, Into believer and infidel. There is one religion in heaven, It is God's ancient faith, That was brought to us by His m... [Read more]

#1001486

January 16, 2021 at 4:55pm

1 The Interconnection of Life Smoke from the San Diego forest fires hide the Muddy Mountains and irritate Las Vegas throats, as flames burn the lungs of Earth. 2 In the pursuit of Self-Knowledge To achieve my personal view of reality, I walk barefoot across the silvers of my idle fancies, dive naked into the acid of my fears, and amputate the limbs of my vain imaginings. 3 The Scent of Smoke Permeating the air, the scent of smoke penetrates both clothes and h... [Read more]