I am poised for the affliction.

The anthems,

aswirl with my blood.

Lord, I have bled

the oceans

drier than salt

in pursuit of Thy Name,


not until utter embrace

of that which cuts me


the soul gleam forth

like a fathomless pearl,

and the sea

to whirl and heave

like an emblem of Thine.



August 1st, 2017

Bosch Bahá’í School

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