Neither of these poems have a title, but the first one reminds me of the beginning of a prayer by Baha'u'llah which says "O Son of Spirit! Noble have I created thee, yet thou has abased thyself." And the second poem, reminds me of the second half of that prayer "Rise then unto that for which thou was created."
A flower grows, blossoms
Shares its fragrance with the world
And then dies
Its purpose, to touch hearts
To share its beauty and nobility
In its short life
It takes its glory, its purpose
From the radiant sun
Its life force
But what if that flower, were unable
To see or recognize
Its own light
What if it could see, the love
The joy on the faces of the people
Who saw it
But it couldn't comprehend, understand
What they were seeing or feeling,
Their love
Its perspective, veiled by its blindness
The gift it was to the world
Unrecognized
Only emptiness, did it feel
Ashamed at what it wasn't
What it couldn't see
How does one, teach a candle
To recognize its flame
Its grandeur
A flower, to smell its perfume
Its glory
Or a blind man, to open his eyes
And see
(Poem 2)
What I see every day
All things that I do
Everything in this world
Gains its existence from You
I can push myself down
I can see myself as small
But Your glory lives inside me
Standing strong, bright and tall
The silent resistance
Of self criticism and fear
Only serve to hold me back
And keep me from drawing near
No matter how small I feel
Or how little I think I deserve to fly
The capacity and responsibility live within me
And in the depths of my soul there is no I
So please tell me who I am
Let me read Your words as true
For my inner beauty and reality
Are only known through You
