Sunday, September 27, 2015

Gray People

The dust obscures my vision
Smothers my breath
Steals all my energy

It leaves me lonely and broken
Blind and silent
Hidden from the world

Zombies walk in the dust with me
Not really seeing
Not really breathing

Gray people, lost and yet
Unaware of their loss
Of their own blindness

Thinking they understand the world
And all its potentialities
Believing life is gray

I've seen glimpses of color
Breathed fresh, clean, beautiful air
Felt the sun upon my face

My heart has been stirred and awakened at times
By Your syllables and sounds
Your letters and words

But it often gets lost in the gray too
Hopeless and wandering
Catching only glimpses in its search for meaning

But there is no meaning in the gray
Just dust and dirt
Just emptiness and loneliness

Help me to not be a gray person
This is my heart's desire
My deepest wish



Badi


He carried Your proclamation with faith unyielding
A boy with the courage to face a Shah
Your message of utter truth he was wielding
And nothing could alter the vision he saw

Transformed by his time in Your glorious presence
His heart’s foundation rearranged and alight
Created anew, ablaze with Your essence
He set out on a journey to deliver Your light
                                                                       
When each of us leaves this Holy mountain
We leave transformed, as Badi left
Aflame with Your love, a billowing fountain
Carrying Your proclamation to the sorely bereft