" Noble I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created."- Bahai'u'llah

You fashioned me with your tender hands, your mind imagining a design for me, your skill moulding me....how could I be less than perfect? Your creations are complete and whole with their imperfections, their flaws so much a part of who they are...it was almost impossible not to make them that way. Oh my God, when I look unto myself, let me not wrench in disgust but accept what thy hast given in your magnanimity and behold the wonder of your creation. Each one complete in its own light and its own shadow, its success and failure, death and resurrection.
Give me the wisdom to understand what thou hast created that I may know where I belong, to fulfil the prophecy that you have made for me...to write the poem that you have so passionately composed...

A swipe at the swirling mist

Sand trickling through exhausted fingers...a smile fading...tears drying....emotions evanescing....I feel my being disintegrate .....not yet.... I am not there yet and I refuse to go down the path of self destruction. Not without a struggle....