A mist, a fog, a cloud
Blocks the vision
Obscures the Sun
Everything unclear
In order to see truth
You must investigate for yourself
He arose from the clouds
The clouds of materialism
Of hatred and prejudice
Of fear and fanaticism
He parted them
And brought back the Light of the Sun
Yet so many choose
To live in the shadows
To hide away from the Light
To worship the dirt and the rocks
They wait for the impossible
Not recognizing the Hidden Truth
Every word of thy poetry is indeed like unto a mirror in which the evidences of the devotion and love thou cherishest for God and His chosen ones are reflected. -Baha'u'llah
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A True Friend
A friend is an answer,
A question, a song
A graceful dancer
A place you belong
A partner in stride
A synchronized beat
An ear to confide
A haven from defeat
Whether for a few days,
A period, or a life
A friend is one of God's rays
A victory in strife
A joy in your heart forever
A memory soaring above
A gift impossible to measure
A connection of hearts through His love
A question, a song
A graceful dancer
A place you belong
A partner in stride
A synchronized beat
An ear to confide
A haven from defeat
Whether for a few days,
A period, or a life
A friend is one of God's rays
A victory in strife
A joy in your heart forever
A memory soaring above
A gift impossible to measure
A connection of hearts through His love
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