
Here's another poem inspired by
Baha'u'llah. It's called The Physics of Divine Assistance
You are the mender of broken-winged birds meant to
fly but frequently falling from the Heaven of Your
Presence
I’m afraid to try and fall again
You lift my bruised ego back into the nest of
nearness guiding me to all those truths I
couldn’t bear before wrapped in your healing
wings pressed close to Your chest I hear the rhythm
of revelation beating patterns of world peace
through imperfect instruments whose mistakes
make possible the miracle of God’s message
moving mountains in spite of us
You push me toward the edge of my fear and over
it into awareness of Divine Assistance a
flight that can only come through
falling