Tuesday, April 12, 2011


This feels like an anniversary poem. Although that is not how it began--much like relationships I suppose.
The Nature of Light
I wash my face with it
Cup it like water in my hands
Stars and worlds slip through my fingers
No way to hold them
But the stories linger
Of birth and death
Of heaven and hell
What do I remember?
Just you
Walking into a room long ago
And staying
It is the nature of light

1 comment:

  1. Allah'u'Abha Ronnie, I've really been enjoying your blog, your such a wonderful writer. Your posts are always so inspiring. Love,Hugs and Prayers Always !!

    Always and Lovingly In His Service,
    Your Beloved Baha'i Sister Lara xoxo