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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Climate Change: The Voice of Earth

Listen to the voice of Mother Earth,
weeping over her children's disrespect,
Crying for the destruction of her forest,
for the melting of her glaciers,
and the fracking of her bones.

Can you feel the pain of Mother Earth,
as humanity destroys
continent by continent
her beauty
and humanity's chance to survive.

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Virtual Vacation

I'm taking a virtual vacation
across the planet Earth
to see the Baha'i Holy Places and Temples
200 years after The Bab's birth:
My virtual vacation
will begin on March the twenty-first.

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Evening Shadows

Growing with Earth's slow rotation
shadows reach for the days lost youth,
like an elderly woman reminiscing
about the joys of yesterday.

Disappearing as night advances
shadows fade into the darkness,
like the disappointment of a elderly man,
letting go of yesterdays fears.

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Earth's Blessing

A rainbow arc spreads across the firmament,
voices praise in a thousand dialects
this paradigm of God's ancient covenant.

Voices raise intoning God's trillion names--
glorifying the mirrors of His attribute--
as they cross the bridge that connects
the rift valley that separates
into sects
the religion of God.

A rainbow spreads across Earth's continents,
mystic dance--
accompanied by castanets, bells, tambourines, lutes,
lyres, harps, dijeridus, bagpipes, musical bows,
reed flutes, talking drums, etc.--
as echoes reverberate and voices unite
into a single symphony
proclaiming that there is not a place on Earth
unblessed by the mention
of one of God's names.

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Earth's Pain

Listen carefully
You can hear Earth’s scream echoing
Off the tops of mountains.

Listen to her agony
As mountain tops are removed
To feed corporation’s bottom line.

Listen as her pain
Reverberates
Through atmosphere and mantel,
As her children
Obedient to the gods of greed
Behead her mountains
And fracture her stone hard bones.

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Thoughts of a World Citizen

I'm a citizen of Earth,
I'm a citizen of the world,
humanity my race.

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Listen to the Nightingale: A Poem

Listen to the voice of the Nightingale, 

Singing in the Garden of Paradise 

Inviting God's lovers 

To enter through the Gate, 

Which stands open 

To all who hear the trumpet proclaiming 

A New Heaven and Earth.  

I am a friend To Earth

I am a friend to…

I am friend to Earth
I recycle everything
I can possibly recycle.

That poem could be about my Grandma Newland. Grandma was good at recycling. Grandma was an expert at recycling. She had a ragbag in which she put worn out cloths and used them as cleaning rags. Grandma threw stuff away that couldn't be used or she couldn't think of a way to reuse.

Grandma grew up on a farm. When she and Grandpa Newland were first married, they lived on a farm. Grandma learned to recycle items when she was growing up. I don't remember Grandma calling it recycling, she just called it reusing.

I recycle, but I don't think I'm as good at it as Grandma. I have a long way to go before I'll be as good at recycling as Grandma and Grandpa, but I'm working on the issue.