Radiant Acquiescence

Together
our spell bound hearts ascend
above the battle field in unity.

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow which is in my writing.com port.

Ninth Day of Ridvan: A Poem

Ninth Day of Ridvan
Celebrating unity
Family of humanity

 

A copy of this poem is in the Journal Writing in Snow located in my writing.com port. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

Rebirth

Resurrected from
Brown stubble green shoots ascend
Out of the rich earth

This poem is also posed in Writing in Snow, which in in my writing.com port. Anyone going to writing.com and looking for me can find me as Prosperous Snow.

A New Creation

Recreated through the power of God.
Humanity walks naked through creation's fire,
Emerging a new race - reborn from the ashes of the old.

Paradise echoes with a new song;
The Universe, compressed into its primordial atom,
explodes into a new existence.

Purged of the maladies of matter,
We rise to meet our Lord in the air;
We stand holding a new name written upon a white stone.

This poem is also posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Rude Awakening

The shock
of sudden consciousness
clouds my last dream.

Illusions
are meant to be dispelled,
but not so suddenly.

This poem is also posted on my writing.com port in Writing in Snow.

Companion Poems

Reading the Word of God in Bed

My mind
hungry for reality
consumes the sacred words

My eyelids
heavy with meditation
fight to remain open

My mind
thirsty for the water of life
drinks long and deep

My eyelids
surrender to sleep

Reading Poetry in Bed

My mind
sated with verse
falls into a contemplative stupor

My eyelids closes
pupils focus on the interplay
of light and shadow

Words unassociated
with the odes I just read
jolt my mind awake

My eyelids open
pupils focus on the interplay
of meter and rhyme


These poems are also posted on my writing.com in the journal Writing in Snow.

Poetry and Spirituality

Poetry and spirituality
is a circumglobal experience
that simultaneously embraces
sacred passions and worldly wisdom;
tranformative monologues and prayer;
religious history and the Mystery.

Words burn through the veil that separates
God's names into religions and sects;
words forge transcendent links
that unify concepts of divinity;
words merge to forms
astonishing readable translations
of reality.

This poem is also posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

A Romantic Challenge

Time caresses
my auburn tresses
wrapped around my fingers.

The first gray strands,
a perfect white,
a solitary stone,
a wisp of day
against the cruel night.

I think I see
a ringer in the mirror.

This is also posted on my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

First Day of Ridvan: A Poem

On the First Day of Ridvan
I read the musk-scented scriptures
inscribed by the Pen of God's Glory,
and inhale the perfume of paradise.

A copy of this poem is posted in my writing.com port in the Journal Writing in Snow.

Roses For Ridvan

On the first day of Ridvan
Roses bloomed in paradise
Proclaiming the Glory of God
To a weeping world.


The first day of Ridvan begins at sunset on Friday, April 20. I have a copy of this poem posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Gratitude

In everything give thanks!
Never doubting that God exist.

Each day He blesses every unselfish deed.
Victory and defeat instructs the conscious soul.
Each test encountered strengthens the seeker's faith.
Reach beyond the limits of materiality.
Your salvation is to overcome your duality.
Together body and spirit compose a single entity.
Humanity was created to live eternally.
In everything give thanks!
Never doubting that God exist.
God does not leave His lovers unconsoled.

God does not leave His lover unconsoled.
In everything give thanks!
Victory and defeat instructs the conscious soul.
Eternity was created for humanity.

Thought and deed must go hand-in-hand.
Heaven and hell is constructed individually.
At death the soul vibrates at a higher level;
Never doubting that Tod exist.
Knowledge of God comes through His Manifestation.
Salvation is accepting God's Manifestation.

A copy of this poem can also be found in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Praise the Lord: A Poem

Praise the Lord,
creator of the universe,
creator of stars and planets,
creator of galaxies and soul possessing life.

Raise your voices in glorification,
intone melodies of gratitude
for the moment of your conception,
for the blessing of physical life,
for the soul that is the real you,
and for the tests that educate your soul.

This poem is also posted in a journal located in my writing.com port. The journal this poem is is is titled Welcome to my Weird Life.

Yes! A Mystic Poem

Yes
is a private choice,
between the lover and the beloved,
whose consequences reverberate
through the sacred scriptures,
the pages of history,
and the stanzas of poems.

Yes!
Proclaimed,
in all its power and glory,
when the question is ask:
Am I not your Lord?
Becomes
salvation's bridge.

Yes!
Repeated
generates echoes,
in the space-time continuum,
that reverberates
through matter and energy,
through mind and spirit,
through past and future
to forge a new world view,
to create a new approach to reality
and to merge
the lover with the beloved.

This is also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.

Motivational Monday: Contemplating Motivation

Where does motivation come from?
From the Holy Spirit,
through the sacred scriptures
revealed by Baha'u'llah,
The Bab,
Muhammad,
Christ,
and any of the other
sacred scriptures I read
or come across.

Seasons of Civilization

Spring is a time of new beginnings,
When nature begins a New Year,
A time of new births and stronger feelings;
A new age - the judgment day humanity fears.

Summer is a time of growing,
A time for nature's beauty to mature.
This is the time of empire building,
When the new civilization looks to the future.

Fall and winter - times of harvesting and dying;
When nature is at its lowest ebb.
Civilization is in decay - awaiting a Divine Manifestation,
When true civilization appears dead.

Thus civilization and nature follow the same law,
God's law.

This poem is also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.

Success Defined

To attain the object of her quest,
The seeker must never rest,
But must ascend the maintains,
That separate the valleys of faith.

This poem, along with its inspiration, is an entry in Writing in Snow. This journal in in my port on writing.com.

Poetry Reading

Impaled
on atoms of air
rising into
the upper atmosphere,
poets echo
the full moons love
for the sun.

Reverberating
from the firmament's ebony ceiling,
poets intone
Earth's untitled sonnets
to the expanding universe.

This is posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

How Beautiful is the Morning?

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the scarlet rays of dawn.
Is it time for the Lord to return?
The Glory of the Lord reveals
Morning to humanity.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the white clouds up above.
Is it time to proclaim
The splendor of the Lord's return?
Morning is passing quickly.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful the pilgrims going eastward.
Is there a reason to rejoice?
The Most Great Name intoned in
Morning's crisp air.

How beautiful is the morning?
Beautiful is God's dawning light.
Is this the reason that we sing?
The nightingale intones
Morning's might.

Also posted in my writing.com journal Writing in Snow.

Old Houses

I love old houses!

Old houses have mysteries
waiting to be solved.

Old houses have secrets
waiting to be revealed.

Old houses have histories
demanding to be written.

Old houses have flaws
yearning to be transformed.

Old houses have poems
desiring to be composed.

Old houses have character!


Please note: I have poems I posted in this blog also posted in one of my writing.com journals.

Love Interest

How do you compound our love?
Annually;
Semiannually;
Quarterly;
Monthly;
Weekly;
Daily:
or continually?

Tell me,
Please,
The nominal interest rate you use!

Our incompatibility comes
Not from our lack of interest,
But
From our different expectations
Concerning this investment.

Why I Write

I write
for the Glory of God.

I pray
for forgiveness
when my lower self
interferes and causes
me to momentarily unfocus
on the reason I write poetry.

Of Roses and Humanity

The beauty of a rose garden
is its variety
of color.

Different hues of roses
grow together in perfect harmony.

The beauty of humanity
is in its diversity.

Come,
let us associate
like the roses in a garden
getting along despite their color differences.

 

Creation Saturday: Three Views of Dawn

1

First light awakens
the glint of dew
on outstretched arms:
Saguaro sentinels,
silent witnesses
to the ever changing panorama
of life,
wave good morning
to flocks mourning doves.

2

Turning pink
with the splendor of a new day
dawn clouds
promise rain.

3

Pastel blues and reds
streak the clouds of morning
waking the poet's muse.

Contemplating Non-Violence

Human beings
are not beast of the field
that we should maim and kill one-another.

Violence, anger, and hatred
separates the descendants of Adam and Eve
into armed camps
set on destroying each other
because some human created
concept of superiority.

Humanity is a single species,
God is a single divine essence
with many names,
and all religions
have been sent down to humanity
from the same Divine Essence
through different prophets
or manifestations--
each of which
has revealed prescriptions
to assist the human race to advance
both materially and spiritually.

Gratitude

Gratitude expressed
through actions and not just words:
prayer shown in acts of kindness.

 

Renewal

Rebirth,
renewal,
resurrection,
and transformation.

As I read
the sacred scriptures
my faith is resurrected,
my joy is renewed,
my fear transformed into courage,
and my spirit reborn.

Is Poetry Necessary?

Poetry
is a necessity
to humanity.

Poetry
reflects the beauty
of the universe.

Poetry
reflects history
through the eye of the poet,
rather than the historian.

Poetry
lets the poet
comment on events
in a way that focus
on the subtle components.

Poetry
is necessary
because it whisper
to our souls.

Humanity's Conscience

Humanity's Conscience

I ponder
the quotes of other poets
in my search of meaning?
Or a reason to write?

I need no reason to write because,
even in my dreams,
stanzas and lines,
metaphors and similes
come unbidden into my mind.

Some of the quotes
resonant in my soul:
such as Geoffrey Nash's implication
that poets compose the conscience of humanity.

Now I ask myself,
"What does it mean to be the conscience of humanity?"
"Why do I write poetry?"
"Who do I write for?"

One question I can answer,
but the other two will have to wait
until my soul and body separate,
and my soul ascends into the spiritual realm.

Poetry...
art...
is a gift from the Holy Spirit:
I write for the Glory of God.