Verse Seven

This post is the last in a series from my free-to-download book, Is Your Soul In Here ?

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Perspective

Pebbles of sadness
Play in the streets;

Rocks of grim circumstance
Bred them in grief.

Fire and
Pressure of God’s sweet
Decree is the
Crucible making them
Gems.

Small, perfect
Diamonds are born through
Pain;
Pearls rise from crushing-dark
Depths;
Rubies remember calamity’s
Breath;

Jewels all prove
Spirit’s dread
Grace.


In spite of all the drugs . . .

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O God, my God! I beg of Thee by the ocean of Thy healing, and by the splendors of the Daystar of Thy grace, and by Thy Name through which Thou didst subdue Thy servants, and by the pervasive power of Thy most exalted Word and the potency of Thy most august Pen, and by Thy mercy that hath preceded the creation of all who are in heaven and on earth, to purge me with the waters of Thy bounty from every affliction and disorder, and from all weakness and feebleness.Thou seest, O my Lord, Thy suppliant waiting at the door of Thy bounty, and him who hath set his hopes on Thee clinging to the cord of Thy generosity. Deny him not, I beseech Thee, the things he seeketh from the ocean of Thy grace and the Daystar of Thy loving-kindness.Powerful art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee. There is none other God save Thee, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Generous.

– Bahá’u’lláh

(Compilations, Baha’i Prayers, p. 84)