May 2, 2019-
Here’s what I’ve experienced,
over nearly seven decades.
For every person who has left my side,
five more have appeared.
For every person who has stuck his foot out,
so as to trip me up,
ten pairs of hands have broken my fall.
For every voice of doom,
there have been a dozen angels,
singing of hope and gladness.
For each act of destruction,
a host of projects,
glistening with resilience,
have sallied forth.
In each person,
who bristles outwardly with hate,
I see a small shining star,
struggling to get out,
and so dissipate,
the outer darkness.
In each act of destruction,
there is the seed of recovery,
that will burst forth,
given its nourishment.
One hundred fifty-six years ago, today,
the Light of the World,
set forth, once again,
to bring hope and strength,
to creatures that their Creator
loves so well.
Through all the darkness,
into the light,
we, of humanity,
are ever-advancing.
(Today is the Twelfth Day of Ridvan, commemorating Baha’u’llah’s departure from Baghdad, together with his family and closest followers, for the north of Iraq and on into Turkey.)
Love this poem, Gary!
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Thanks so much, Judy.
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I love how you see God’s blessings, Gary! 🙂
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My deepest honour, dear Gail!
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I like this one sir…i am going through one hell of a heart break.. And it has done well to my soul
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I am glad to be of help, Emmanuel. You are missed here.
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I am back now though on a limited basis.. I have written one post since coming back but i hope to get the time to post three times a week.. I am so held up by charity.. I have this charity Foundation going on.. Helping out orphans and the poor with books, food and clothes
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Nice
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Thanks, so much!
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