Started with a glance, then a stare, followed by a set of many reps
You began to walk towards me with slow cautious steps
You took a chance, the first step made, you inspired me to run a mile
Envisioning the end, cast out an embrace and smile
Behind each frown, behind each grin, a world of possibility lies
Oh what I’d give to make all your lows turn into highs
A friend, a supporter, a motivator, a comforter to me
To your kids a great father you continue to be
I imagine running together through fields of both flowers and thorns
Embracing that which makes us wear both halos and horns
As creative as dreams can be, could they turn into reality…
Manifesting our collective creativity?
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Show Some Respect
Dear eyes that do see
Please show some respect
The curve of the lips
The swish of the hips
The bounce of the strut
The filled-up rear hut
Dear minds that perceive
Please show some respect
The temple surrounding the soul
The representation of the whole
The set of tools used each day
The feet to walk and voice to pray
Dear souls that retrieve
Please show some respect
The dignity displayed with each stride
The smile expressing both joy and pride
The virtues that lie (even if hidden) within
The beauty bestowed from closest of kin
Dear you I believe
Please show some respect
Please show some respect
The curve of the lips
The swish of the hips
The bounce of the strut
The filled-up rear hut
Dear minds that perceive
Please show some respect
The temple surrounding the soul
The representation of the whole
The set of tools used each day
The feet to walk and voice to pray
Dear souls that retrieve
Please show some respect
The dignity displayed with each stride
The smile expressing both joy and pride
The virtues that lie (even if hidden) within
The beauty bestowed from closest of kin
Dear you I believe
Please show some respect
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Ms. Florence Avis
One ponders when this blessed soul will take flight
Her fragile temple caged in this mortal world
The blessed nightingale longs to soar
To let her divine wings spread and unfurl
Day and night she continues to fulfill her duty
When will her work on this earthly plane be deemed complete
A saint, an angel, a servant of the realm on high
No correct title to correspond with service so replete
Her years of service will never go unnoticed
She will always be an inspiration and will continue to guide us
Her ceaseless support matched with her mighty prayers
We are assured she will forever and always be with us
With joy so deep, we weep and wish her farewell
Sadness or grief is the definition this feeling some have described
We will not allow misery to paralyze us, much work to be done
We will carry out the divine message that has been prescribed
She wants nothing more than each soul to be taught
Each divine battle to be fought,
Each children’s class to be carried out
Feasts, devotionals, deepenings, firesides, study circles for all of us to be about
Ms. Florence Avis, We love you dearly
We are all so blessed to have walked with thee
Please hold our hands along the way
And we will try our best to not be in dismay
“O SON OF JUSTICE!
Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart's desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.” (Baha'u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)
Her fragile temple caged in this mortal world
The blessed nightingale longs to soar
To let her divine wings spread and unfurl
Day and night she continues to fulfill her duty
When will her work on this earthly plane be deemed complete
A saint, an angel, a servant of the realm on high
No correct title to correspond with service so replete
Her years of service will never go unnoticed
She will always be an inspiration and will continue to guide us
Her ceaseless support matched with her mighty prayers
We are assured she will forever and always be with us
With joy so deep, we weep and wish her farewell
Sadness or grief is the definition this feeling some have described
We will not allow misery to paralyze us, much work to be done
We will carry out the divine message that has been prescribed
She wants nothing more than each soul to be taught
Each divine battle to be fought,
Each children’s class to be carried out
Feasts, devotionals, deepenings, firesides, study circles for all of us to be about
Ms. Florence Avis, We love you dearly
We are all so blessed to have walked with thee
Please hold our hands along the way
And we will try our best to not be in dismay
“O SON OF JUSTICE!
Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart's desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.” (Baha'u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)
Mission
The dawn has broken
The race has begun
Come one, come all, the time is now
Today we decipher the why and how
We all heard the calling
Saw with our eyes, the clear signs
Cannot be sure what the future brings
But will surely hear the victory bell as it rings
The troops have gathered
From far and wide
Marching down the dusty trail
Gathering the injured and frail
In towns and villages
In cities, every home
Prayers answered, the spirit did anchor
Conquering prejudice, malice, and rancor
The children set the foundation
The junior youth serve mankind
The youth rally the troops, take hold of the mission, and fulfill their duty
The adults try to keep up, take in the progress and vision, in all of its beauty
The race has begun
Come one, come all, the time is now
Today we decipher the why and how
We all heard the calling
Saw with our eyes, the clear signs
Cannot be sure what the future brings
But will surely hear the victory bell as it rings
The troops have gathered
From far and wide
Marching down the dusty trail
Gathering the injured and frail
In towns and villages
In cities, every home
Prayers answered, the spirit did anchor
Conquering prejudice, malice, and rancor
The children set the foundation
The junior youth serve mankind
The youth rally the troops, take hold of the mission, and fulfill their duty
The adults try to keep up, take in the progress and vision, in all of its beauty
Monday, September 13, 2010
Her Eyes
Her eyes
They guide her, they protect her
They see the past as they look into the future
They see the last as they proceed with the next
They warn lest you try to mute her
Her eyes
They follow, they lead
They represent progressive in old fashion
They travel through time, they wander the mind
They express emotion with passion
Her eyes
They tell tales of the the seen and unseen
They curtail every temptation that attempts to distract
They seek wisdom, discern truth, assert with certainty
They make each contact seem unto a firm contract
O God, Guide Me -- Remix of Prayer by 'Abdu'l-Bahá
O God
Each morning as we pray,
Guide me
Hoping for the best day
Protect me
We beseech thee for protection
Illumine the lamp of my heart
Your light reflects with perfection
And make me a brilliant star
We pray your light shines through us
Thou art the Mighty
Forever you are with us
And the Powerful
Looking at you
'Abdu'l-Bahá
Following you.
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