When i was in my teens a event was planned called Hands Across America (yes i am dating myself.). The Baha’i youth planned on going downtown to participate but said i couldn’t go with them. The organizers had put a call that people were needed in areas outside of town. My dad said if you are going to help you go to the place in most need. So the whole family went out to edge of town with a small group of other people, connected by ropes.
Everyone downtown was on the news, a big party, snaking through the streets, and we were out in the heat and sun, barely able to reach each other.
Go where the need is!
Now i remember this as my daughter is seeking a veterinary internship outside the US. The door that opened for her was not a premium one but a spay/neuter clinic in Puerto Rico. I feel my dad’s hand in this guiding her as he does me.
When the instincts kick in and every atom of my being says fight, and Bahá’u’lláh said “Contention and strife are a no wise permitted in this day”, Shoghi Effendi’s predictions of mental test tear me apart.
Firmness in the covenant is standing calmly in the eye of the hurricane the torrential force wind blows around you and it is the only calm we will know
Do you watch The Walking Dead?
they walked on the street
with meth and heroin
In their veins
ecstasy rolls through them
drunk on the
Holes eaten in their brain
until they can’t think
it is only the next fix
they look for
The Walking Dead
they are the ones
who drugs replace their
Once upon a time
when I walked into the room
Your eyes lite up
You smiled like I was your dream
We talked and my opinion mattered
I speak you get upset
I walk in the room and reruns matter more
Every time I speak I seem to annoy you
Hear the comments about how someone else will
take care me when I am old
None want to hear me
No more visits
You are going to move far away
Perhaps a joke but it hurts
Don’t worry my time here is but a blink of an eye
Don’t worry the time quickly approaches when you will never have to list to me again
You will not take care of me when I am old I will off somewhere
You will be lucky to see me once a year
if I am even here
Perhaps I will never grow old