Each snowflake, like each human being is unique. |
| 6 Kamal 163 B.E. - August 6, 2006 I've noticed that I haven't posted a poem in this blog lately. The following poem describes how reading the writing of Baha'u'llah makes me feel. O Pen of Glory! Your verses bring me joy they transform my darkness into light. I read the Surih of the Temple and here the Nightingales song echoing through the canyons of my soul. Through The Seven Valleys I wander inhaling the splendor of the seekers journey to paradise. Wrapped in meditation I read The Hidden Words and contemplate the glory of this day. |