“Hope”

“Hope”

Hope
Is nothing more
Than the willing
Acknowledgment
And acceptance
Of the natural inevitability of change.
If change is possible,
There is hope
And since change is ubiquitous,
It precludes fear or humiliation
Or thoughts of annihilation
Stemming from the predicament
Of being an eternal being
In a mortal, material existence.

It is but one reason
Why the seeing eye
Will recognize
That if every believing soul
Were reduced by
Treachery,
Abuse,
Tyranny,
Persecution
And
Genocide, itself,
To a single soul,
That soul will eternally proclaim,
“I have overcome the world!”

8 responses to ““Hope”

  1. Every Baha’i should read this poem three times before they’re allowed to say anything about the Faith’s growth not going well 🙂

  2. Alláh-u-Abhá! Yes. Standing on my balcony looking south so many times over the years it has occurred to me that whether or not I am alone in whatever I feel, the fact that I am alive is sufficient proof of the invincible power of the Cause of God insofar as it is true that He knows that I know that He is God and the degree of whatever sincerity I have and it follows that regardless of anything else in this world, while I am alive, at least, the Cause of God is alive and what more could any man ask in the way of assurance in this world? In short, if He is happy with but one believer, it is sufficient; numbers have evidently never impressed Him. Of course, there are many who might cite this as a form of arrogance, but then again, we’ll all face the same God in the end and if anyone in this world truly believes that certitude is a form of something close to arrogance, let him wish for death and maintain the same claim.

  3. Absolutely. Your poems are dense and intoxicating.

  4. “…if anyone in this world truly believes that certitude is a form of something close to arrogance, let him wish for death and maintain the same claim.”

    Those lines deserve their own poem………

  5. What I meant was the meaning of those lines deserves a poem of “its” own…

  6. Actually, I wrote about something similar some time ago; I am not all that sure the thing runs smoothly because as sometimes happens, the sheer magnitude of the subject outweighs any indication of its implications. Your note, however, inspires a try sometime soon.

    “Pronounce the Sentence”

    Pronounce the sentence, then, decree
    The thing to be. Noble generosities
    Of grace in governors are gifts in rhapsodies
    Of purpose and a sometime promised remedy
    In perpetuity in any life’s brief term, the crucible,
    For souls and peoples, the litmus test. Seek certitude,
    Find resolution in the outcome; a fruit, a passing solitude
    Of undivided truth—perhaps a cleansing bowl
    For a Pilate, yes, but depth and height in Peter
    While the Truth stood naked as the sun at noon. Metre,
    Signature, and sign will not be measured by the litre
    Or in numbers but with currency of the heart. Meek or
    Arrogant, weigh stature in the man by willingness to die, not live.
    When asked of nuances in the cannons of Gregory’s Inquisition,
    the fatwa’s of the Jihad, the Prophet made reply:
    “Wish for death if what you say is true and be prepared to die.”
    No great surprise to those who know the sun.
    They say it’s disappeared, but we know better.
    Nothing’s left the sky, nothing’s lived or died; letters
    Of the universe declare their glories on the run,
    But I can testify to blessings and the bounties
    Rife no matter what the messenger, or angle of the earth.
    The horizon so effortlessly flatters itself; but in the surf
    The evidence that somewhere on the planet foundling trees
    And foliage, strangling jungles, and the swiftly shifting beds
    Amid the mighty rivers’ muds desire to be the sea. The bloods
    Of that great disk have never ceased; the cow, the cud
    And Helios, a never-ending row of grace bestows. And we are led
    By those who claim the clouds and tilt of planets greater than
    What it was that Galileo breathed within his sleeve,
    are grateful that Sadducees have at last seen fit to lift their ban.

  7. The whole of it is magnificent but especially so, to me, this:

    “but in the surf
    The evidence that somewhere on the planet foundling trees
    And foliage, strangling jungles, and the swiftly shifting beds
    Amid the mighty rivers’ muds desire to be the sea.”

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