The Age I Live In

I contemplate the age
in which I love;
the need for love and unity,
and respect for the planet.

I weep,
and I ask myself:
"How do I contribute
to the needs of the present day?"

This poem was inspired by a quote from Baha'u'llah. A copy of this poem can be found in the journal Writing in Snow, which is under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

A Reason to Rejoice

Rejoice
for this is
The Day of the Lord.

 

This is, also, posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port under Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

 

Father's Day 2018

Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
I miss you.
I've missed you all my life.
You ascended into heaven in 1998,
I am sending my love to you
by saying prayers for your soul.

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow, which is in my writing.com portfolio under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

Pain

The steed of the Valley of Love
is chomping at the bit
waiting for the rider
to place a saddle on it.

This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com  port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Getting Through the Day

Getting through the day
I pause to say a prayer,
listen to music:
attempt to drive away the blues.

 

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

 

Poetry Critique

Intertwined
among the wander lines
of interrupted reality

Allusions
indicating a bard's
perspective

This poem is also in today's entry in Writing in Snow, which is under Awardicon Items in my writing.com port. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

Soul Tracks

The soul leaves traces:
prehistoric paintings
etched on the walls of caves,
red ochre
scattered in graves,
rock art carved
on the walls of desert canyons.

The soul leaves traces:
subtle essence to guide
the open minded,
the unsure,
and the seeker after truth.

The soul leaves traces:
for the artist who has eyes to see,
for the poet who has ears to hear,
and the agnostic on the road to faith.

This is also posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

Sacraments

I rise to greet the morning
God's Most Great Name on my lips
and His splendor lights
the predawn darkness.

His words,
memorized from daily reading,
flow through my mind confirming
His shelter,
His protection,
and the glory of His presence.

This poem is also in Writing in Snow located in my writing.com port under Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

Reading the Prayers of Baha'u'llah

I read the words of the Blessed Beauty,
My spirit flies to the throne of God,
Unity becomes a reality,
And humanity becomes my family.

This poem is posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port. The journal is in the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

The Poet

The poet proclaims
mirroring to humanity
the present reality.

The poet foretells
revealing to humankind
a glorious vision of the future.

 

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow, which is located in my writing.com port under Awardicon Items. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

 

 

What Makes Me Happy?

Placing my problems
in the hands of the Blessed Beauty,
reading the revealed Words of the Almighty,
and taking action that the Holy Spirit reveals.

 

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port under Awardicon Items. On writing.com I am Prosperous Snow.

 

 

Silence

The interval
between the axon's transmission
and the dendrite' reception.

The pause
between the blue tinged sky
and the sun's rising.

The space
between the characters
of a word.

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Celebrating the Day of Glory and the Month of Grandeur

I intone prayers
revealed by the Pen of Glory,
the Blessed Beauty.

I intone prayers
celebrating the month of Grandeur,
the day of Glory.

Each day of the week
commemorates an attribute of God,
and each month of the year
a characteristic of the Almighty.

Every day of the week,
and of the month
is a reason to celebrate;
a reason for praising
the Lord of Glory.

This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.

In the Winter of My Life

In the winter of my life,
I contemplate the sacred writing
revealed by Baha'u'llah
and weep.

I cry
because I know,
that no matter how long I have left
on the physical plane,
I will never be able to read
and meditate on
more than 1%
of those scriptures.


This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow located in my writing.com port under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.