Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
Bird Song: To Robert Hayden "He became an adherent of the Baha'i Faith when he was a young man and remained true to it." From a Literature Text Book On the boughs of the Tree of Life the Nightingale sings, His voice echoing beyond the gates of paradise. Rising and falling, like currents of air in a hurricane, His melody invites humanity to enter the garden. Some don't hear the Nightingale's song and walk past the gates of salvation. Some hear the song pause at the gates to listen, but go on their way. Some hear the song and enter the garden, may even taste of its fruits, before swiftly departing. Others hear the song, enter the garden, and are so inebriated by the savor of the fruits of the Tree of Life, that they remain echoing the Nightingale's song throughout eternity. Poet's Note: ▼ Puzzle: To Robert Hayden Puzzle assembled piece by piece Faces watch from dead elm trees Each playing the perfect part Taking its clue from someone else's role Enacting reenacting sterile stereotypes Conforming to someone else's view Puzzle assembled piece by piece Reality reveals the paradox Of stars that shine through empty space Free of preconceived ideas They guide the seeker through the night Not caring if she's black or white Puzzle assembled piece by piece A darkness deeper than the night Stains robes a bloody-white Hies from eyes that will not see The road that leads beyond their fears The road to freedom and to peace. Puzzle assembled piece by piece Blues songs sang by faithless men Wo do not see the meaning of Love's lonely austerity Or hear the anguished midnight cry Of the train that's freedom bound Poet's Note: ▼ |