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,
but
not until utter embrace
of that which cuts me
can
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