The Joy of Finding Baha'u'llah

The joy of finding Baha'u'llah
vibrates through my soul,
reverberates through my mind,
shattering doubt and fear,
and regenerating love and faith.


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Poetry: The Start of Something Wonderful

1 

What was there before the big bang? 

Magnificence reverberations. 

2 

Joy reverberates 

Echoing God's Most Great Name 

Obedience-love. 

3 

Grass changes 

As the seasons progress: 

Spring's new growth foretells 

Death's cold fingers 

Penetrating winter's desolate fields. 

Prayers rise 

Out of the fields of summer 

Generating autumn's harvest. 

4 

The perfect storm 

Washing away everything 

Expect the Beloved. 

A Joyful, Sorrowful, and Chilly Saturday Morning

Jalál (Glory), 12 Sharaf (Honor), 170 BE - Saturday, January 11, 2014 about 6:36 am Pacific Standard Time

On this joyful Saturday morning
I place my trust in God,
I know that the pink clouds of dawn
are the start of a glorious day.

On this sorrowful Saturday morning
I place my trust in God,
I am entering a new stage of life
I know that the sorrow I feel
is caused by leaving
the past behind.

On this chilly Saturday morning
I place my trust in God.
because no matter what the weather
I know that the Divine Essence
is there for me to lean on.

What is joy?

Jalál (Glory), 13 Kamál (Perfection), 167 BE – Saturday, August 13, 2011 about 3:30 PM Pacific Time

The August 10, 2011 edition of the writing.com spiritual newsletter asks, “What is joy?” My answer to that question is this. Joy is a spiritual attribute. Joy gives a person’s soul wings and helps an individual overcome any difficulty.

One of the things that give me joy is a summer shower. It rained this morning in Las Vegas, in my neighborhood anyway. I watch the gentle raindrops fall and I smiled. I inhaled the aroma of the cool summer shower and I laughed. The rain gave me joy. The rain made me happy.

My joy came from more then just the necessity of rain. We need rain in Las Vegas, but that is not why I smiled. I smiled because the rain is a blessing from God. I smiled because the rain reminded me of angels. It reminded me of angels because there is a saying about each raindrop being carried to earth by an angel.

What is joy? Joy is watching the raindrops fall. Joy is feeling the cool raindrops on my exposed face and arms. Joy comes from knowing I roll up my car windows before the rain started. Joy is watching the rain soak into the hard dry ground of my front yard.