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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: ▼ |
Phoenix of Paradise April 2, 2022 at 6:12pm Phoenix of Paradise
People of Baha!
In the citadels of your hearts,
ignite the flame of Divine splendor.
In the blaze of faith,
consume your vain imaginations.
In the fire of love,
burn your veils of heedlessness
and idle fancies.
Ascend phoenix-like into paradise!
Children of Jalal!
On the tablets of your spirits,
with the crimson ink of glory,
write the sacred trust of God.
In the scarlet ink of actions,
pen the essence of your souls.
In the ruby ink of love,
inscribe t... [Read more] The Perfect Mother April 2, 2022 at 11:26am The Perfect Mother
Her voice is the sweet melody descending from heaven;
Angelic choirs sing her praise;
Peace and love surround her children;
Paradise is the home she creates through
Years of uncomplaining sacrifice.
Merry voices can be heard in heaven,
Odes to her many virtues singing.
There is no one else in the universe that can rival
Her beauty, graces, and wisdom.
Each of her children know they are loved for themselves alone.
Rare is the day that she does not make a willi... [Read more] |
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