Bicentenary Poems and Prose

Primal Point

Primal Point:
To The Bab

O Primal Point!
Did stellar dust generate
new stars at your nativity?
Radiant orbs shining bright
in their stellar nurseries;
your own companies twinkling.

O Gate of God!
The darkness of dogma's night
your rising light scattered.
Your resplendent sun
woke out of a dreamless sleep
living letters.

Poet's Note: ▼

I originally wrote this on 2 Mashiyyat 159 B.E. This poem was put to music by a musician in Las Vegas, and sang at the celebration of the Birth of the Bab.