A Beautiful May Morning

It's a beautiful May morning,
with a gentle breeze blowing
through the city.

Inhale the fragrance of the morning
and give thanks to the All-Glorious Lord
for another day of life.

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Looking Forward to a New Normal

I'm looking forward to a new normal,
to humanity united in its
fight against COVID-19
or any other pandemic.

I'm looking forward to a new normal,
when peace flows across the planet
like snow melt in spring.

I'm looking forward to a new normal,
with humanity united
as a single species.

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Afternoon Poetry

Sometimes
it's a struggle
to think and write
on a warm Nevada afternoon.

When clouds
cover the sky,
birds huddle in their nests,
and the wind blows through palm trees
the poet contemplates the dim sunlight and writes.

 

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Afternoon Serenade

Sparrows raise their voices
in joyful song,
serenading palm fronds
swaying in the wind,
on this beautiful spring afternoon.

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Always Time for Prayer

Awake at midnight,
I don't have to turn on a light
I can just whisper a prayer
or access the prayer app
on my smartphone,
because there is always time for prayer.

At noon
I just face the point of adoration
recite the short obligatory prayer,
and go on about my day,
because there is always time for prayer.

A spiritual mood is easy to find,
when I inhale and exhale
the stress of the day
after which I can say
a prayer of gratitude
or protection,
because there is always time for prayer.

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Always Time for Poetry

No matter the day,
the month,
or the year
there is always time for poetry.

Take a break,
pour yourself a cup of coffee,
take out a notebook,
or access your smartphone notepad
and write a poem.

It doesn't matter
if we're social distancing,
or stumbling over each others feet
there is always time for poetry.

Take a break,
fix yourself a glass of cold, sweet tea.
search the internet for your favorite poet,
and read your favorite poem--
because there is always time for poetry.

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On an April Afternoon

On a sleepy April afternoon,
I listen to the songs of faith
proclaiming Baha'u'llah,
and extolling the joy  of Ridvan.

I hasten to thee, O my Lord,
raising prayers of gratitude
for the revelation of the Pen of Glory,
and His declaration
in the Garden of Ridvan.

On a warm April afternoon,
I give thanks for being born in this day,
and for being finding Baha'u'llah,
the Glory of God.

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