Bicentenary Poems and Prose

Feast of Words

Feast of Words:
To the Blessed Beauty

"O Son of Man!
Thou art My dominion and My dominion perisheth not; wherefore fearest thou thy perishing? Thou art My light and My light shall never be extinguished; why dost thou dread extinction? Thou art My glory and My glory fadeth not; thou art My robe and My robe shall never be outworn. Abide then in thy love for Me, that thou mayest find Me in the realm of glory."

Bahá’u’lláh – from The Hidden Words1

A feast of words--
fire and light
on the coldest, darkest night--
food to satisfy my hungry soul.

I meditate
on the hidden meanings,
I contemplate
the similes
that flow
through my mind,
and wait
for my soul to modify
them into metaphors.

Physical hunger forgotten--
fried squash becomes
the symbol
of yesterday's desires--
as I learn the meaning
of sacrifice,
forgiveness,
and gratitude.

I write this poem
realizing
that
I can forgive
those who robbed me
of past tranquility
because
I am responsible
for my own peace of mind.

I reread
the words I have written,
and comprehend
that I have under-stated
the effect
the sacred writings
have upon my soul.

Poet's Note ▼

This poem was written in response to the following "Blogging Circle of Friends "  blog prompt for June 20, 2017, "Use all of the following words in a piece of writing: feast, fire, modify, squash, robbed, forgotten, under-stated." The poem is also post in "Melting Snow"  "Feast of Words" . This is Poem 4 of 200 Dedicated to the Blessed Beauty.

Footnotes
1  Baha'i Words for June 20, 2017