Archive for April, 2014

Hidden Words of Baha’u’llah nos.60-62

April 30, 2014

no.60 O SON OF MAN! Put thy hand into My bosom, that I may rise above thee, radiant and resplendent.

no.61 O SON OF MAN! Ascend unto My heaven, that thou mayest obtain the joy of reunion, and from the chalice of imperishable glory quaff the peerless wine.

no.62 O SON OF MAN! Many a day hath passed over thee whilst thou hast busied thyself with thy fancies and idle imaginings. How long art thou to slumber on thy bed? Lift up thy head from slumber, for the Sun hath risen to the zenith, haply it may shine upon thee with the light of beauty.

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To Infinity – and beyond!

April 29, 2014

My favorite character in “Toy Story” is Buzz Lightyear. I love him because he is so full of himself, but his heart is in the right place. He is trying to save the world and believes it is his mission to do so, and he is blind to his own frailty, blind to his being just a tiny speck amongst millions. In reality he has no super powers. In reality, he has no link to Mission Control. In reality, there is no Mission Control, there is only him, Buzz, trying to do his best in the midst of chaos. And in the end, that is what matters. And he does, in fact, make a huge difference in the lives of his friends. He is a true hero, not because he has super powers, not because he will save the world, but because he does the most with what he has, and he cares deeply more about his friends than they at first realize.

Buzz

 

His eye is on the sparrow

April 28, 2014

I always expect the best from people,

but sometimes it doesn’t work out.

I expect that truth will be recognized,

but some folks enjoy telling lies.

Bad things happen to good people,

not just once, but a thousand times,

a million and one acts of service

go totally unrecognized,

People get on a roll with their ignorance,

Instead of stopping themselves, surge ahead,

Bent on proving they were right all along,

they miss the truth before their eyes,

But all we can do is keep going,

Giving our best to the world,

There is only One worth knowing,

only One voice above all the rest,

so I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

cfblack  04-28-2014

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Jobs I have held

April 21, 2014

I have held very few jobs in my life, actually. Here is a short poem about the first one~~

Hat Check Girl on Roller Skates

I was hat check girl on roller skates,

at age 15, Philadelphia,

Winters were cold,

People came inside, to play.

I took their coats, gave them a number,

asked what size of shoes they wore.

I skated, forwards, backwards,

crossed one foot over another, to turn,

It was roller, not ice,

the floors glossy wood.

Minimum wage,

$1.60/hour,

My boyfriend wanted me to quit,

didn’t like the way men looked at me,

but I felt free and beautiful

at age 15, on rollerskates.

Coloring Eggs

April 19, 2014

 

We gather ‘round the table

Covered in newspaper

Grandma adds a touch of vinegar

to the hot water and dye,

which dissolves into color

inside each cup.

“It makes the colors brighter,”

She says,

And we patiently

await our turn,

The eggs are counted out before us,

We make designs

Write secret messages on them with crayon,

Before they are dropped into

The red, green and blue.

I hold the dipper,

Balancing the egg,

Determined to get the stripes just right,

Our creations appear before our eyes,

My father puts one in his coffee cup,

Creating the tradition, “the coffee egg”,

Three generations

Continue the fun,

And it matters little

that this Pagan ritual

has nothing to with the holiday,

We could care less where the tradition started,

It’s a day for family and fun,

A family together,

Three generations,

and a memory that lasts

A lifetime.

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Night Sounds

April 14, 2014

Tree frogs sing under a full moon,

like a high-pitched purring cat,

Working late, windows open,

Ceiling fan spins above,

Mockingbirds add their song,

Pretending to be nightingales,

A dog barks,

An owl awakes,

Hooting in the dark.

cfblack 04-13-2014

moon

 

You Must Believe

April 11, 2014

You Must Believe

 

Sometimes,

I am afraid for night to come,

The darkness surrounds,

Envelops all,

Birds go silent

Until the dawn,

People go to bed,

I am left with thoughts

That leave me feeling

Unsettled, torn,

The mind plays tricks,

the doubts emerge,

One wonders,

Is this all there is?

And that is when

The Spirit calls,

And says, “I’ve been here all along,

You must believe,

You must go on,

Dawn comes again,

Tomorrow.”

 cfblack  04-10-2014

Hidden Words of Baha’u’llah, nos. 58-59

April 11, 2014

O SON OF MAN!

The temple of being is My throne; cleanse it of all things, that there I may be established and there I may abide.

O SON OF BEING!

Thy heart is My home; sanctify it for My descent. Thy spirit is My place of revelation; cleanse it for My manifestation.

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The Early Days

April 10, 2014

I like to remember

the early days,

of riding around

with you in your car,

My body draped over yours

as you drive,

You talk of freedom

and change to come,

We plan our lives

and fall in love,

have no idea what lies head.

— The time I sneak into

your dorm room,

You cook us soup,

I stay the night,

We leave in early morning,

— Our wedding vows we write ourselves,

Gibran intermingled with happiness,

Yellow daisy stuck in your lapel,

and flowers in my hair,

The early days

When love began

Cement our hearts with memory,

Your hair long, flying in the wind,

No children, just the two of us,

We walk with friends, we plan, we dream our future

Which now becomes

our past.

cfblack                  04-10-2014

Perception is everything

April 4, 2014

In the end,

perception is everything,

“Situations defined as real,

are real in their consequences.”

Perception is all that matters.

One professor

routinely fails his students.

It doesn’t matter if they fail,

because his class is required,

so they have to return

to his misperception

of what constitutes education,

again and again to graduate.

His tests are not open book.

The outside perception: He has control,

as he stands and lectures from his notes.

Students hate his classes,

but they always fill,

because they are required to graduate.

Another professor

befriends her students.

They sometimes fail, but she encourages all

to think deeply of life and their place in it.

She is more interested in critical thought,

than in meaningless memorization,

She knows the online classroom,

where all tests are open book,

and memorization does not define your grade.

Her classrooms are open discussion.

Her students are challenged to contemplate,

and think beyond what their parents taught them,

to other possibilities.

She insists on service, and application,

connecting theory with community.

The outside perception: She is too friendly,

and “does not have control” of her classroom.

The first professor’s status is set in stone,

the second does not get tenure.

Situations perceived as real,

are real in their consequences,

Perception is all that matters.