Snow's Writing for 2019, 2020, & Beyond

O Acre

O, Acre

O, fortress by the sea
recite, for me, your history
about that day in 1868
when Baha'u'llah entered by the sea gate.

O, prison city of the Ottoman Empire,
tell me of the woes
Baha'u'llah and His family experienced,
within your stone walls.

O, Acre,
what tears did you weep
for the Glory of God
when He slept within your walls.

Poet's Note: ▼

Line Count: 12
Form: Apostrophe
Written for "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~"