To Ruth Bader Guinsburg

 Crusader for justice and gender equality,
strong woman,
lady,
and woman of faith.

Our duty now
is to continue her legacy,
continue seeking equality and justice,
and continue letting her words
inspire our actions.

Creativity

 

Creativity
Attribute of Divinity
The universe created

God's Promise

 

We are moving
toward God's
promise
of
world peace
and unity
every day.

 

 

How Has Baha'u'llah Blessed Me?

 He has answered all of my questions,
With the pen of His revelation.

Tuesday Contemplation: August 18, 2020

 I contemplate
the big tent of humanity--
one species--
attempting to unite
in its diversity.

Poem: Editing a Novel

Sometimes,
when I go to rewrite,
I look at the plot
and wonder what
I--or perhaps my character--
was thinking.

At other times,
my plot is hidden
beneath a plate of spaghetti
without meatballs.

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Prayer for My Mother

Oh Thou Lord of all religions,
Oh Thou All-Glorious Creator,
Thank you for my mother,
bless her
in her ascent
through the spiritual world
as she continues her journey
toward You.

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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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Poetry Speaks

Poetry speaks
to both mind and soul,
to both reader and poet.

Poetry speaks
in the language of emotions,
whispering to the passions
of both our souls and our minds;
of both the poet and the reader.

What does it say to your mind?
What does it say to your soul?

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Earth Day 2020

Earth Day
is fifty years old,
and still raising awareness
of the dangers facing Earth's environment.

 

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Meditation: Breathe, Reflect , and Connect

Breathe!
Inhale the fresh air of dawn
exhale you worries and fears.

Reflect!
Meditate on the Word of God
as revealed in His sacred books.

Connect!
Make the connection with the Creator
every day of the year.

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Celebrating Ridvan

Birds raise their voices in exaltation,
proclaiming the birth
of a new heaven and a new Earth.

Roses release the scent into the air,
inviting humanity to enter
the Garden of Paradise and celebrate
the Declaration of Baha'u'llah,
The Glory of God.


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Social Distancing

Social distancing
is sometimes difficult
and sometimes easy,
but it is a necessary
survival strategy
in this transitional age.

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Accomplishment

After years of struggle,
of bringing myself to account.
of looking at my accomplishments,
of learning to forgive myself,
and of evaluating my failures,
I have come to like myself.

I can now appreciate
my casual fashion sense,
and my weird sense of humor.

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Listen to His Call

Listen
to the call
of the Divine Beloved.

It is
the voice of the Nightingale
singing in the Tree of Life.

It is
the voice of the Prince of Peace
proclaiming unity.

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Reading the Word of God

Our souls,
like our bodies,
must be fed on a regular basis.

Reading
and meditating on the sacred scriptures
is one way we can feed our souls,
while prayer
is another way.

Reading and meditating,
at least twice a day,
helps our souls to thrive
and our faith to grow.

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Chocolate and Coffee

Chocolate and coffee
are always necessary items,
but in times of stress
when sheltering in place
or under lock down
they are essential foods
for remaining sane.

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Reading Plan for The Call of the Divine Beloved

I open
The Call of the Divine Beloved:
Selected ted Mystical Works of Baha'u'llah.

I look at the table of contents,
I study the titles of each section,
and I wonder where to begin.

I know this book will be a slow read,
because I will read each section
several time.

I will read each section over and over.
I will meditate on each phrase,
each sentence,
each metaphor,
and each simile.

As I read each section over,
I will write poems
dedicated to Baha'u'llah,
the Divine Beloved.

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A Poet's Prayer of Gratitude

O Thou All-Glorious Lord,
Thank You
for my intuition,
which helps me
to write odes to Your Glory.

O Beloved of my soul,
Thank You
for helping me
to create rhythms and rhymes,
stanzas and lines,
and metaphors and similes.
which compliment
a poem's subject and theme.

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Easter Sunday in Lock Down

A cool breeze blows
caressing greening limbs
on Easter Sunday 2020.

Does the breeze carry
the COVID -19 virus?

Maybe
and maybe not,
but just to be  safe
we spend the day in lock down.

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On a Beautiful Spring Day

A gentle breeze caresses the palm trees.
somewhere a dog barks,
and the bright sun cast
dark shadows across
the sidewalk.

The afternoon advances
as Las Vegas
shelters in place
waiting for the pandemic
to pass.

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Fickle April

Fickle April can't decide
whether it is spring or winter.

A chilled wind blows through
palm and pine,
dark clouds hide the sun,
and a cold rain falls.

A spring breeze
blows through the trees,
birds sing to attract a mate,
and the sun shines happy and bright.

Fickle April
can't make up its mind
so one day is cold
and the next day warm.

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Call of the Nightingale

Listen to the call of the Nightingale
singing in the Tree of Life,
proclaiming to humanity
a New Heaven and a New Earth.

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Pause for a Moment of Prayer

Pause for a moment of prayer,
at down,
at noon,
at sunset,
and move forward to unity.

Pause for a moment of meditation,
and contemplate your relationships
with God
and with humanity.

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One Family

We are one family
united in our diversity!

Earth,
is the common ground on which,
and God,
the Creator,
loves us all.

Each test
and difficulty
that we face
brings humanity
closer together
as one family.

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Humanity Will Survive

Humanity will survive!
We will pass through the darkness
of COVID-19
and come out on the other side
a more united race.

Humanity will thrive!
Together we can overcome,
and our faith in God
will increase.

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Shelter in Place: A Test of Faith

This will pass
and when it does
humanity will be more united.

This is a test
of our resolve
to spread the Word of God
across the planet.

Stand firm
in the love of God
and humanity.

This will pass
and our faith will be stronger
for the test.

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Writing Poetry is a Spiritual Experience

For me
writing poetry
is a spiritual experience.

I pray,
intoning the prayers
revealed by Baha'u'llah,
the Bab,
or 'Abdu'l-Baha.

I think,
I meditate,
I contemplate,
and I let min intuition find
the title,
or the first line,
or the rhyme.

I write
allowing my soul's insight
to discover
the rhythm,
the metaphors,
and the similes.


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A Poem A Day

A poem a day
helps drive boredom away,
which keeps cabin fever at bay;
so Write or read a poem today.

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A Beautiful April Afternoon

It's a beautiful afternoon
in early April,
the sun is shining,
the wind is blowing,
and somewhere a dog is barking.

The pace of life has slowed
because most of the world
is practicing
social distancing.

When will life
get back to normal,
or will we experience
a "new normal"
when this pandemic ends.

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Happy NaPoWriMo

Happy National Poetry Writing Month 2020!
Writing a poem a day
will not make social distancing go away,
it will make it easier
to handle.

Reading a poem a day
will not make social distancing go away.
it will keep you sane
and help you overcome
cabin fever.

Write a poem
and call your friends
read it over the phone
to them.

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I Am An Elder

Do not call me elderly:
I am an elder!

An Elder,
with sixty plus years of wisdom
acquired through surviving
in a materialistic society
that values youth and beauty
more than age and wisdom.

Do not dismiss me
or my ideas
with "OK Boomer!"
show a little respect
and listen to what I have to say;
even if you don't take my advice,
you may hear something interesting
about history and elder wisdom.

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On a Spring Morning in 2020

The chill in the morning air
doesn't stop the birds from singing
or building nest.

I listened to them
as I waited for the paratransit bus
to take me to my obligatory blood draw.

Social distancing ignored
because I need my med refiled
and the doctor won't refill them
without the blood work report.

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Faith's Candle

Oh, Lord,
thank you for lighting
the candle of my faith,
so that I may proclaim
God's Most Great Name
to every seeker
after truth.

Oh, Lord,
let my candle burn
casting the light of love
and faith
across the universe.



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Getting Out of Your Rut

Has social distancing
put you in a rut.

You don't have to get out of the house
to get out of your rut,
all you have to do is get up
and chase the mouse
through the house.

What?
You don't have a mouse
in your house!

In that case I suggest
you do what my mother
and grandmother always did
when they were in a rut:
rearrange
the furniture.

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Stay At Home

Stay at home
out of the crowds,
stay healthy
and don't bitch or groan.

Stay at home
until this health crisis passes,
and when it does
go to a movie,
out to eat,
or for a walk
around the block.

Stay at home
and work online,
or pick up the telephone
and call a friend.

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I Walk By Faith

Each day
I walk by faith
step-by-step across
a narrow
stone covered path
that leads
through the valley of shadows.

I walk by faith
placing every test and difficulty
in the hands of God,
knowing my Lord is sufficient.

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Dreaming of My Grandparents

A chill in the morning air
brings back memories of last night's dream
of my Grandparents
working together on a farm in Oklahoma.

I never saw the farm!
I remember once
Grandpa point out the land
where where the house and out buildings
once stood,
but in the dream
they were working together
and the buildings were standing
as the must have stood
when my Grandparents were first married.


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Early Spring

In early spring
the temperature if fickle,
sometimes warm
and sometimes cold.

In early spring
the wind caresses
pollen baring trees
causing people to sneeze.


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Humanity Will Survive

Humanity will survive!
We will pass through this present crises,
and become a more united species.

 

 

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A Poem

A poem exists
somewhere in space and time
until the poet pens the rhyme.

A poem is born
when the poet's soul writes it
in the poet's mind.

A poem lives
when the reader intones it.

 

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World Poetry Day 2020

Happy World Poetry Day 2020!
With the shelter-in-place order
in effect,
it's time to read your favorite poem
or write a poem dedicated
to your favorite poet.

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The Feast Day of Baha

On the Feast Day of Baha
the splendor of the New Year
rose resplendent above Sunrise Mount
casting the glory of dawn
across the planet.

In the first light of day
the excellence of spring
warmed the cold ground of winter
causing it to give birth
and bring forth
new life.


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On the Nineteenth Day of Fast

I contemplate the coming year
full of joy, hope, and sharing
the word of Baha'u'llah
on the unity of humanity.


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On the Seventeenth Day of Fast

I inhale the chill of morning,
and meditate
on the meaning
of the Nineteen-Day Fast:
Letting Go
and Letting God.

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On the Sixteenth Day of Fast

I meditate on a Fasting prayer:
it is the wine of Divine love
flowing from the Holy Spirit
into the chalice of immortality.


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On the Fifteenth Day of Fast

I focus my meditation
upon the Word of God
revealed by Baha'u'llah,
the Glory of God.

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On the Thirteenth Day of Fast

Fast prayers inspire
Encourage the poet to write
Odes to the All-Glorious Lord,
Praising the Glory of God.

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On the Twelfth Day of Fast

Tranquility
embraces the mind and the soul
of the individual that places
complete trust in the All-Glorious Lord.

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On the Eleventh Day of Fast

I read
Fasting by Jelaluddin Rumi,
and it was a beautiful
description of the Fast.


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On the Tenth Day of Fast

Oh Lord,
I am a pebble
resounding with Thy praise
in this age of unity.


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On the Ninth Day of Fast

I contemplate detachment,
and comprehend it
as one benefit of fasting.

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On the Eighth Day of Fast

I intone a prayer revealed for the Fast,
a prayer that begins praise of God,
a prayer the ask protection,
and request forgiveness.

I meditate,
I realize the prayer
encourages obedience
and trust in God--
the only protection in times of trouble.

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On the Seventh Day of Fast

Sleep arrives
on the wings of prayer
revealed for the Nineteen-day Fast,
and I realize that,
because of age and medication,
I miss fasting.


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On the Sixth Day of Fast

In prayer I speak
to the All-Glorious Creator!

In meditation I listen
for the Creator speaking
in the language of my soul.

Divine love
and forgiveness
emanate from the prayers
revealed for the nineteen-day fast.

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On the Fifth Day of Fast

Sunrise to sunset
Prayers and meditation
For those who fast

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On the Fourth Day of Fast

At 73,
I Fast spiritually.

Day by day
I let go of old habits
and thoughts
that hold back
the progress of my soul.

Prayer by prayer
I place each tests
in the hands
of God's Glory.

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On the Third Day of Fast

Paragraph by paragraph
I consumes the word of God
feeding my soul on sacred scriptures.

 

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On the Second Day of Fast

I read a prayer
revealed for the nineteen-day Fast,
and contemplate letting go.

In its essence fasting
is letting go of the desires of the flesh--
such as food and drink--
and holding onto spiritual qualities--
such as faith in God
and forgiveness.

At 73
I am learning to let go
of the prejudices
and fears
that come between me
and the Glorious Lord.


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On the First Day of Fast

Age and medication
prevent fasting from food and drink,
not meditation and prayer.

 

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Happy Ayyam-i-Ha

Happy Ayyam-i-Ha!
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
A time to spread joy and cheer,
a time to volunteer
and visit old and new friends.

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A Good Day

It's a good day,
the laundry is folded
and put away--
at least for a day or two.

It's a good day,
the wind chill factor
is within a tolerable level,
at least while wearing
a hoodie and a wool sweater.


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February Rain

Gray morning clouds foretell
a chilly day
and rain.

Winter angels carry
cold raindrops
depositing them
on Las Vegas
sidewalks and streets.

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Wednesday Afternoon

A pristine blue sky,
and a slight chill in the air
engenders thoughts of spring,
while encouraging gratitude's prayer
for another interesting winter day.

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Inspiration

Inspiration falls
like the spring's warm rain
when I read the words of Baha'u'llah.

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Chocolate Questions

Can you see the taste of chocolate?
Can you hear the sound it makes
as it melts in your mouth?
Can you feel its silky radiance
as it flows down your throat?

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Winter Memory : The Wind

t began
by whispering
through the olive tree,
it shouted through the stone pine limbs,
the windchill froze
the marrow in my bones,
and sent ice spiders
crawling
up my spine.

Goose bumps rose on my bare arms,
and not even
a sweater could warm me;
I remembered winter
in Oklahoma.

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In My Best Interest

This is what is in my best interest to do:
To pray,
To work,
And to bring myself to account each day.

This is what is in my best interest to do:
To pray,
As if my prayer were the catalyst
For success.

This is what is in my best interest to do:
To work,
As if my work were the mechanism
For achievement.

This is what is in my best interest to do:
To bring myself to account each day,
As if my accounting were the channel
For accomplishment.

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Winter Evening

A chill in the air
The sun sets leaving behind
Winter's afternoon

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Winter Afternoon

A peaceful morning
becomes a tranquil afternoon,
with a blue sky
and bright sun:
winter's gratitude.


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Sunset Gratitude

O Lord,
Thank you
for this beautiful winter day.

Thank you
for the crisp evening air
and the glory of a winter sunset.

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Humanity Soteriology

Humanity's soteriology depends
upon its unity,
upon the acceptance of
the oneness of the human race.


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Winter Clouds

Winter clouds gather
bringing back memories of
snowy Oklahoma winters,
when Grandma made hot chocolate
and baked pumpkin pies.

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Food for My Soul

Word by word,
sentence by sentence,
paragraph by paragraph,
and page by page
I consume food of the spirit
revealed by Baha'u'llah.

The scripture of the Blessed Beauty
feed my soul
with the bread of life,
and wine of immortality.

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Winter Days

On beautiful winter days,
when the sky is blue
and the sun shines bright
my muse takes flight
when I hear a spiritual
or a gospel song;
it's at these moments
that I write
odes to the Glory of God.


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Winter

On cold winter nights
a chill penetrates my bones
arousing thoughts of spring.

In the sleepless cold
snuggling under warm blankets
I miss spring's pleasant embrace.

Winter is lonely
flowerless gardens, dead grass,
and leafless trees.

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The Accounting

There's something about the sunset that saddens me.
It is time to face reality!
Did I read from God's word today?
Did I pray?
Did I bring joy into someone's life?
Or did I fall short of the mark by bringing pain to a human heart?
Dis word and deed go hand-in-hand in my dealing with my fellowman?
Or did my actions oppose my words proving me a hypocrite?

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January

January
is the month of the mouse,
two years in a row
they have entered the apartment
uninvited
and unwanted.

January
is a stressful month
without mice
getting into the kitchen drawer
and eating the small
bags of rice.

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Winter Afternoon

A chilly breeze
blows through the palm trees,
clouds decorate the blue sky,
and I pray
giving thanks
for another beautiful
winter day.


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Walking Along the Edge

I walk along the cliff of survival,
a hair's breath from tumbling into the abyss,
one misstep
and I fall into the darkness.

I cannot look into the chasm,
because I will lose my footing
and fall into the endless night
of financial ruin.


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Epiphany At Noon

At 73 I don't deal well with maybes!

When I ask a question
that require either a yes
or no,
I expect a yes or a no.

Don't say "Uh, well..,"
while you look for an excuse,
just give me a straight forward no or yes.

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Poem At The End of The Day

The day draws slowly to an end,
weariness sets in,
and tears begin.

I feel so alone--
isolated--
cut off
from the rest of humanity.

What causes this stress?
Is it lack of financial success?
Is the problem spiritual?

I contemplate the reason,
and reach for my prayer book
knowing that the answer will come
only through prayer.

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Januaey Poem

The door to 2020
stands open
giving a hopeful glimpse
of a brand new year
and a new decade.

Inhale the breath of faith--
as it wafts through
the door of January--
as it invites us to
strive for world peace.



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Universal Prayer

O Thou Splendor of reality!
Out of nonexistence
You have called into being the universe.

O Thou Glory of eternity!
Your image
Is reflected in the mirror of creation.

O Thou Beauty of divinity!
You have called in existence
The Manifestations of Your attributes.


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Winter Passes

Second by second
the days grow longer,
as winter moves on,
and we look forward to spring.

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My Sanctuary: The Writings of Baha'u'llah

In the words of Baha'u'llah,
I find a fortress safe and strong
where the cares and strife of modern life
neither linger nor belong.

His words inspire my heart to find
the love that hate conceals,
His pen inscribes upon my spirit
the faith that tests reveal.

His verses are my sanctuary
bestowing peace on mind and soul,
His sacred scriptures God's book of laws
to which obedience is my goal.


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Feast of Honor

The crisp evening air
awakens the desire
for God's healing words.

Out of the darkness of chaos
flee the followers
of light.

The speech of the Friend
rouses the ability
to sacrifice.

From the heavens of mercy
pour the showers
of divine love.

The crisp evening air
ignites desire
to see the beauty of God.

Out of the night's separation
knowledge of self
is gained.

The voices of the friends
engenders power
to go beyond insistent self.

In the joy of reunion
the soul gains
the will to survive.

The pen of Baha'u'llah
answers the questions
humanity asks.

Over the horizon of religion
rises the Glory of God,
revealing the verses of splendor.

The names of God
are united
by the return of the Lord.

Over the horizon of honor
ascends the grandeur of God.

From the perfect mirror
is reflected the might
of dawn.

Through the Pen of Glory
flows the sovereignty
of unity.

Away from matter's dominion
ascend the people of God.

The loftiness
of God's Promised One
is revealed through the Ancient Beauty.


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New Year's Poem From 2002

Ominous in its splendor,
Jupiter ascends
the firmaments charcoal dome.

Reflecting the sun's
bright radiance back to Earth,
Jupiter rivals the moon
]in its sharp accuracy;
in its crystalline beauty'
in its purity.

King of the planets;
reality's emperor;
Jupiter escorts out
the old year,
and ushers in the new:
foretelling and closing.

Jupiter rings in a New Year
and a new era hope;
an eighty-three year cycle
of transformation.

Jupiter ushers out
a two hundred and forty-nine year cycle
of preparation,
while pulling the planets
toward peace.

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The Golden Rule

In all the sacred scriptures
Revealed through Divinity's Mirrors
The Golden Rule
Is stated in the language of the age.

In the language of Hinduism:
The believer's total obligation
Do not to others
That which is distressful to you.

In the language of Buddhism:
The believer is commanded
Harm not others with that which
You find hurtful.

In the language of Judaism:
The believer is instructed
Do not to others
That which is malicious to you.

In the language of Zoroastrianism:
The believer is advised
That a good person does not do to others
What is not good for self.

In the language of Christianity:
The believer is cautioned
To do to other
What you would want them to do to you.

In the language of Islam:
The believer is warned
You are not a believer until you want for others
That which you crave for yourself.

In the language of Baha'i:
The believer is informed
Not to desire for others
What you do not wish for yourself.


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Red Shift

In this darkness
these words are photons
emanating from the poet's mind
reflecting off the reader's perceptions
and into the prism of their experience:
What does the poem tell the reader about the poet?

Wherever the reader is in space-time,
connotations lengthen a poem's wavelength
away from the poet:
What does the poem mean to the reader?

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Chicken Salad Sandwich

Post New Year's Day breakfast:
chicken salad sandwich
mad with coleslaw dressing
and sweet dill picks,
while yesterday's left over turkey
is cooking in the the soup pot.

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New Year Poem

I walk into the New Year
of 2020,
trembling with anticipation,
but without fear.

What adventures,
tears,
and pain
with this year bring.

I inhale the chill
in the air,
I look forward to spring,
Naw-Ruz,
and the vernal equinox.

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