Immortality

1 Sharaf 163 B.E. - December 31, 2006

Ascending through the worlds of God
The lover’s soul proclaims
In shades of light the desire
For the Beloved.

What joy will my soul find
When from this body she ascends
Into the next world singing
Her desire for the Beloved.

On wings of light she will ascend
Through all the world’s of God
Incarnating in each on in a form
Suited to her survival there.

Hope

2 Masa’il 163 B.E. - December 13, 2006

He is the hope of all who strive to build a world based on love.
He is my heart’s desire.
He is my soul’s passion.
He is the Beloved.
He is the reflection of Divinity itself.
He is the Pen of Glory.
He is the Ancient Beauty.
He is the Promise of all religions.
He is the World Unifier.
He is inscribes the verses God.
He is the aspiration of the planet.
He is the spirit’s happiness.
He is the poet’s muse.
He is the artist’s inspiration.
He hears all our prayers
He answers each prayer according to His wisdom.
He is the point of adoration.
He is the temple of the Lord.
He is the light shining in the darkness.

Gratitude

1 Masa’il 163 B.E. December 12, 2006

Gratitude

Thank You for the prophet manifestations
who reveal Your attributes:
Thank You for the Pen of Glory,
for the Gate of God,
for the Seal of the Prophets,
for the Anointed One,
for the Father of the Faithful and the Friend of God,
for Krishna, Buddha and Zoroaster,
and any I haven’t named.

Thank You for these Mirrors of Faith,
those who reveal Divine attributes
and bring laws and ordnances
to carry humanity
beyond its egocentric nature
and give the species purpose
to know and worship You
and to carry forward an ever advancing civilization.

Thank You,
and again I say Thank You,
for all Your love has given:
the morning sun,
the evening dew,
the clouds that water gardens,
the snow of winter,
the rain of summer,
spring’s flowers and autumn’s fruits.

Faith

19 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 11, 2006

First, is the desire for salvation;
as the soul responds to the transformative probabilities of daily existence
it becomes aware of the unknown, of the mystery of the Beloved,
then it realizes unworthiness, pain and the fear of nonexistence –
here the voice of God is heard.

Effort

14 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 6, 2006

Morning
the glory of dawn scatters night’s terrors,
the sun of faith rises
over the eastern mountains.

I rise
my right knee stiff
from the long sleep,
hurts with the effort of rising.

Then I see the splendor
of the Beloved
and the healing warm of love
flows through my body
transforming
the pain into blissful joy.

December

12 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 4, 2006

Short days,
icy winds blow across
snow pushing it against snow fences,
this is the time of year
when my soul remembers
Christmas carols echoing
from small wooden churches
in Oklahoma.

I remember sitting
next to my Grandmother
as the choir sang
Away in a Manger knowing
that next year I would join the choir
and sing
in the Christmas pageant,
as the youth
reenacted the birth of Christ.

Christmas

11 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 3, 2006

I sit on stage in the choir singing
We Three Kings,
while three youths
dress as Wise Men and carrying
gold, frankincense, and myrrh
walk down the center isle toward
Mary, Joseph, and the baby doll (playing the Christ child).

In the audience my Grandparents watch,
Grandpa was not overly religious,
but he did attend (at least)
two church services a year
Christmas and Easter Sunday.

Grandpa smiles,
as I sing and wait
for Christ to return
in the Father’s Glory.