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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