A poem for now…
“In every age and cycle He hath, through the splendorous light shed by the Manifestations of His wondrous Essence, recreated all things, so that whatsoever reflecteth in the heavens and on the earth the signs of His glory may not be deprived of the outpourings of His mercy, nor despair of the showers of His favors. How all-encompassing are the wonders of His boundless grace!”
-Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah
Inspired by this photograph and Gleaning from Nineteen Months
Outpourings in darkness
soul frames longing
lost, lassoing, looking
twisting twirling torrential
light.
Thoughts into action
flight from fancy
focus flowing freedom singing rungs to
heaven.
Ripple rising through the water
torch like
from torment, terrifying, tenacious
hope's
leviathan.
(c) Poem by June Perkins
June Paisa Perkins 