I reworked this poem recently, by reading it aloud and discussing its meaning with my daughter. Reread the earlier version if you like. DUST ORIGINAL POEM
I enjoyed our working process so much that we may repeat it on some of my other works.
“We cherish the hope that through the loving-kindness of the All-Wise, the All-Knowing, obscuring dust may be dispelled and the power of perception enhanced, that the people may discover the purpose for which they have been called into being.” Tablets of Baha’u’llah, Ṭarázát (Ornaments)
coating the everyday of the soul
A thickening mantle of swirling
Questions asked of a higher power
The shape of the soul unfurls
feathered tips of wings
for a moment, visible
Divine breeze released by words
carried by the air
through melody, free from dust
Then air filter sounds a warning
the arrival of more dust.
(c) June Perkins