The Last Sunday in September 2017

It is the last Sunday in September 2017, I'm feeling a bit down. I'm not sure why, but I think it may have something to do with the change of season. It's autumn, the temperatures (at least here in Las Vegas) are cooler. We've turned off all the air conditioning that keeps the place livable in summer. The door remains open all day, which does make it a bit chilly in the house. That's all right because I really don't care to have the space heater on right now. 

I've finished 182 of the 200 poems I'm dedicating to the Blessed Beauty. I begin poem 183 today, with the intention of finishing it sometime this evening or tomorrow. The bicentenary of the Birth of Baha'u'llah is 28 days away. I will be attending the bicentenary celebration here in Las Vegas, so I may have a final poem (over the 200) to write after returning home from the celebration. 

Last Tuesday, September 19, I had an outpatient procedure on my left leg. My leg feels better today than it has all week, so it is healing. That is good, but I still have to get up and walk around. I need to walk around more than what I am. Therefore, I will get up right now and walk around, and when I get back I will post this. 

40 Day, 27 Poems Left to Write

The 200th anniversary of the Birth of Baha'u'llah is 40 days away. I have 27 poems dedicated to the Blessed Beauty left to write. The Blessed Beauty is one of the titles of Baha'u'llah, who is the prophet founder of the Baha'i Faith. 

Yesterday I finished poem 173, called The Glory of the Lord. It is in the book Bicentenary Poems and Prose posted in my port on writing.com. I don't know the themes of the remaining 27 poems, I'm sure that Baha'u'llah will reveal them to me in the next 40 days. In the meantime, I will pray, meditate, read the sacred writings, and work on other writing projects. 

Bicentenary Birthday Celebration Poem

In the two hundred years since His birth, 

The world has changed, 

And His scriptures have spread across 

The planet. 

In 2017, 

We celebrate His 200th birthday, 

It is a planetwide celebration 

Of love for Baha'u'llah. 

Happy Friday

Happy Friday! 

It rained last night 

Clearing the air 

And making breathing easier. 

Happy Friday! 

It rained this morning 

Cooling the air 

And making it a pleasant day 

To write poetry about the rain. 

The Hair Cut

Snip, snip, 

The stylist severed 

Strands of hair. 

Snip, snip, 

Each strand dropped 

Onto the tile covered floor. 

If You're Happy

If you're happy 

And you know it 

Go out and spread the cheer. 

Happiness isn't much fun 

Unless it is shared 

With the rest of the human race. 

If you're happy 

Say a prayer of gratitude 

And go make someone else happy. 

Happy Birthday Writing.com

Happy 17th Birthday, Writing.com. 

September is a joy filled month 

Of celebrating seventeen years 

Full of writing, reviewing, and learning. 

Make Today Better

"Let each morn be better than its eve and each morrow richer than its yesterday." 

Baha'u'llah 

A better morning 

A breeze whisper through palm trees 

Hot cup of coffee 

Intone God's name at dawn 

Whisper a prayer at noontime 

A richer today