Womb World

Our consciousness, 

Like a child in the womb, 

Grows each hour, 

Each day. 

Humanity is moving 

Toward a new vision of unity, 

A vision of itself 

As a single species. 

Beyond the concepts 

Of differences 

And separation 

We are one race 

And the Earth is one country. 

Beneath the dogmas 

God is a single unknowable essence, 

Who shines through the prism 

Of His Manifestations, 

And gave us the religions 

We acknowledge 

And follow today. 

On the Day of Glory

On the Day of Glory 

I contemplate the reed pen 

Used by Baha'u'llah. 

On the Day of Glory 

I am awestruck 

By the revelation that flowed 

Through this glorious instrument. 

On the Day of Glory 

I breath a prayer of gratitude 

For the Glory of God 

And a simple reed pen. 

Rainy Tuesday

I meditate 

On the sound of raindrops 

Striking the asphalt 

Of Sunrise Avenue. 

Rain at last! 

Cleaning the air, 

Sending chills of joy 

Through my mind. 

I intone a prayer of gratitude 

For this rainy Tuesday. 

The End of the First Week in January 2018

Saturday, 

The end of the week, 

Time to contemplate achievements, 

And consider the plan for the coming workweek. 

Saturday, 

A day of rest 

Or a day to play; 

Pause before sunset 

And say a prayer of gratitude. 

Saturday, 

The end of the week, 

Today is the end of the first week in 2018, 

Consider the accomplishments you have made, 

And everything you hope to accomplish this year. 

Writing Theme for 2018: Unity

My writing theme 

For 2018 

Is unity. 

Unity in the community 

Of humanity 

On the planet Earth. 

My 2018 focus 

Is the various aspects 

Of unity, 

One of which is planetary peace. 

Contemplating Humanity's Unity

I contemplate the unity 

Of humanity, 

A single multi-colored species, 

And I give thanks 

For the revelation of Baha'u'llah 

Because His scriptures 

Confirm the solidarity of humankind. 

A Call for Unity

The call has gone out for unity, 

For putting aside 

Our prejudices and hates. 

The call has gone out to humanity, 

To work together 

As the citizens of Earth. 

Kintsugi: A Poem

I am 

A broken piece of pottery 

That the Beloved has repaired 

With the gold 

Of the forgiveness 

Of my sins.