“Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! Every man of insight confesseth Thy sovereignty and Thy dominion, and every discerning eye perceiveth the greatness of Thy majesty and the compelling power of Thy might. The winds of tests are powerless to hold back them that enjoy near access to Thee from setting their faces towards the horizon of Thy glory, and the tempests of trials must fail to draw away and hinder such as are wholly devoted to Thy will from approaching Thy court.” -Bahá’u’lláh
A poem inspired by current events and reflecting on the above quotation.
Field of Trials
each combining like dry grass blades
scorched by humanity's tears
multiplied by sunlight
photosynthesised by pain.
Tall winds of tests flowing into a
field of Midas touch troubles
where the rich grow richer
and everything they touch in danger.
Trail your fingers to the feel of grass blades
to the sting of water poisoned by colonist's greed
more tempests sway
volcanoes in the middle of the Pacific
islands going under volcanic ash and tsunamis
now ... sharp silences waiting to hear of survivors.
Search for the horizon of glory
above the tall weeping grass blades
above the poisoned and rising waters
soft barked trees clothed in
Green leaves of the tree
say 'we are all one
look for me beyond the trials
I'll help you find your
“We cannot possibly foresee, standing as we do on the threshold of Bahá’í culture, what forms and characteristics the arts of the future, inspired by this Mighty New Revelation, will have. All we can be sure of is that they will be wonderful; as every Faith has given rise to a culture which flowered in different forms, so too our beloved Faith may be expected to do the same thing. It is premature to try and grasp what they will be at present.”
-From a letter written on behalf of Shoghi Effendi to an individual believer, December 23, 1942
A coil of light/ patterns broken and remade/in the path to certitude -Poem by June
“None have I sought nor any will I seek save Thee; no path have I trodden nor any will I tread but the path of Thy love. In the darksome night of despair, my eye turneth expectant and full of hope to the morn of Thy boundless favor…”
-‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Baha’i Prayers
“Sorrow not if, in these days and on this earthly plane, things contrary to your wishes have been ordained and manifested by God, for days of blissful joy, of heavenly delight, are assuredly in store for you. Worlds, holy and spiritually glorious, will be unveiled to your eyes.” -Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh, CLIII
Sorrow not your cocoon gone/ become butterfly/ Wing your way to/ days of blissful joy
Worlds unveiled/ soul wings unfurled
-Poem: June Perkins
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“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”
I matched this quote and image, because the gentle art of henna, can be a way for people to spend time together to build friendship and community. We had a henna workshop recently, which uplifted all who attended. Whilst we learnt to apply the henna we talked about traveling and feeling connected to the world. There were many nationalities, experiences, cultures and spiritual backgrounds in our gathering, and in our diversity we also felt oneness and unity.
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