GOLDEN AGE

Courtesy NASA

Why is it

Of that which I am certain

Others have drawn

An obscuring curtain

What does it mean

When the future I do see

And observe in mind’s eye

Our destiny

Yet of those who surround

Do seem confound

And with doubt

Do look about

This doubt brings fear

Or at best resignation

And look to the future

And advance though life

With hesitation

Some say

I do rush on

And with judgment of me

They look upon

And in response

I say to that judgment, “be gone!”

I see a world

That is one

A peace long sought

Painfully won

And to that which follows

This world of dust

Another realm, loving and just

Tis a world immense and great

Devoid of tragedies

Devoid of hate

Tis this judgment

I do fear

As towards that realm

I do draw near

Have my actions brought me shame

For we all have deeds

We dare not name

Towards that realm

I look with joy

For in that world above

I will be embraced

In sorely missed

Arms of love

This certainty comes

From the Words

Brought from on high

That I for one

Can never deny

And throughout life

Upon which I rely

Till that day

In this world of dust

Strive to service, I must

One may think perchance

This an attitude of arrogance

There’s nothing further

From the truth

Though only through actions

Can I offer proof

Do not in the dreamers

Find fault

For through their eyes

Can we find hope

And with our tests

Can we better cope

A myriad of voices

Are arrayed

Calling the signs of doom

And of any hope

They leave no room

Yet voices there are

That rise out

 From this cacophony so bleak

And together sing a symphony

Of hope and joy do speak

In each of our hearts this hope is present

Sometimes on the surface

Sometimes within so deep

Waiting to be awakened

From their sleep

One day

The tragedies we see

Will have their day

And to a peaceful world

Will they give way

Each act of good

Each step of kindness

Doth build one by one

The new and better reality

That is to come

With vision finite

We cannot see

This world to come

Yet with certainty

A better place it will be

Each one of us

Is an instrument

In the symphony of life

We are tuning our world

Adjusting where needed

When finally

Under one Conductor

The orchestra will ring out

With a common voice

And upon this stage

We will achieve

Humanities long promised

 Golden Age

-Shiidon, March 2013

This weekend marks the half way mark for the Bahá'í Fast.  I find my days filled with thought and wonder at the world we are in.  As I take my focus away from the needs of this world I find myself reflecting on the realm of the spirit.  I think of all humanity striving collectively towards a better world.  Each and every human being is part of this life and in their own way a builder of the long promised golden age of mankind.  

The following quote struck me as I was meditating this week.  It is a description of the Supreme Being, the Creator, God from the Bahá'í Holy texts but attested to in different words in all Faiths.

To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute, such as corporeal existence, ascent and descent, egress and regress. Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery. He is and hath ever been veiled in the ancient eternity of His Essence, and will remain in His Reality everlastingly hidden from the sight of men. "No vision taketh in Him, but He taketh in all vision; He is the Subtile, the All-Perceiving."[1] No tie of direct intercourse can possibly bind Him to His creatures. He standeth exalted beyond and above all separation and union, all proximity and remoteness. No sign can indicate His presence or His absence; inasmuch as by a word of His command all that are in heaven and on earth have come to exist, and by His wish, which is the Primal Will itself, all have stepped out of utter nothingness into the realm of being, the world of the visible
-Bahá'u'lláh