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Baha'u'llah, I Love the Blues of You; Purest Branch!; It Is Midnight

Three poems

by Josian Dholah

2005

Bahá'u'lláh, I Love the Blues of You

BAHA'U'LLAH,
I Love The Blues of You

Can I express what I am feeling tonight?
Whenever I intone Your holy verses, O Lord,
It's as if I enter a world of wonder;
I am softly nestled in the Arms of the Universe.

Contentment
Mixed sadness, somber
Words fail to enrobe this feeling
Tears come abunduntly
Hide myself for no eyes to see
A sweet, tender moment.
Bahá'u'lláh, I love the Blues of You.

I know there is death and injustice out there,
suffering and loss.
But, you see, I am pleased and content with my plea.
I have troubles of my own,

little money and many many more.

Why am I lifted to this plane

With only my intonation

And communion with You, Lord,

Forgetful of the world around me?
Bahá'u'lláh, I Love the Blues of You!

It is in seeing the end in the beginning,
The knowing of a coming dawn,

That will break the errors of men
And replace them with joy.


The world is dark, filled with war and hatred,
anger, aggression and despair.
Yet the light of an Assured Future is there,
Plain to see for the open eye.
I've got the blues, O my Lord!

You wish me only joy and happiness
And let no harm beset me in times of tests.
These promises of Yours I know,
Many, many a time appeared true
And in my heart revealed.

But, for now, I'm trapped within my humanness.
Bahá'u'lláh, I've got the Blues of You!


See these broken wings, O Royal Falcon!

Refresh my drooping soul
So that I may wing my flight high.
Alas, I am deep in the abyss of humanness.
Bahá'u'lláh, I've got the Blues of You!

Hold Thou my right arm, O Lord,
And dwell continually with me.
As I lift my feet in Thy path

My soul is refreshed
And a new spirit reborn.
As Your name is mentioned
I AM FREE!

O BAHA'U'LLAH, I love these Blues of You!

I pray, forget not this insane lover, O My Lord

Josian Dholah / December 2005



Purest Branch!

O Purest Branch
O Thou who hast been created from the Light of Bahá
From birth Thou hast known
The agony of separation with your loved ones
Pain and suffering was your companion
Causing all things to groan
And every pillar to tremble.

O Purest Branch!
......Exile....Imprisonment was your destiny.
Wronged of the world!
Thou were lain, blood-stained, In that most great prison;
Face to face with your Creator,
Begging your Lord, The Lord of Hosts, That your life be a ransom
To the lovers of Bahá.
Like The Son of God, Jesus The Christ.

O PUREST BRANCH
And when The Glory of God, The Heavenly Father,
Did accept your request And made Abraham's sacrifice renewed,
All the dwellers of the Abhá tabernacle wept
And all the Concourse on High did lament.

O Mírzá Mihdí!
Great is thy blessedness, for thou hast been faithful
to the Covenant of God
Great is thy martydom in the path of your Lord, alike Imam Husayn.
Great, indeed, for the Supreme Manifestation of God
IS YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER.

O Mírzá Mihdí,
The Purest Branch!
So pure was your soul
That the earth trembled to welcome you.

O Purest Branch!
From you, all the dwellers of this world Will be united.
Praise be upon you, O sacrifice of the worlds.

Josian Dholah /January 30, 2005



It is Midnight

O BELOVED OF MY HEART IT!
IS MIDNIGHT!

THIRSTY FOR THY INTOXICATING WINE
RAINING DOWN FROM THE SKY OF BAHA!
I DRINK LONG UNTIL FULL FROM THE
VAST OCEAN
DRUNK AND INSANE
I LET MYSELF CARRIED BY ITS
LONG GENTLE SWELLS

IT IS MIDNIGHT !
O BAHA'U'LLAH O MY BELOVED
O CRIMSON LIGHT WHICH BATH ALL
THINGS!

IT IS MIDNIGHT O MY BELOVED !
MY TEARS ABOUND WITH THY REMEMBRANCE
O LOVE , FOR WHICH I CRY AND CONSUMED
WITH A HEART BROKEN INTO USELESS PIECES
SEEKING THE BREEZE OF YOUR
DIVINE BALMS

IT IS MIDNIGHT!
MY HAND RAISED TOWARDS THE SKIES OF YOUR TENDER GENEROSITY
AND FULLNESS OF GRACE
O BAHA'U'LLAH O MY LOVER,O MY BELOVED!
O THOU THE GOAL OF MY LIFE!
HOW WILL I BE ABLE TO HIDE MY
LOVE? HOW WILL I BE ABLE TO HIDE THIS DEVORING FIRE?
I AM ROUGH-HEWN ABLAZE
MY ENTIRE BEING IGNITED BY YOUR EXTREME LOVE!
MY HEART IS IN ASHES LIKE A RAIN OF DUST
AS THE FIREFLIES IN THE LIGHT I SCATTER AROUND YOUR
INEXTINGUISHABLE FLAME FEVERISH AND INSANE
A SIMPLE BEING I LAUNCH OUT , IMPETUOUS ON MY WAY TO YOUR LIGHT
NOTHING WILL DELAY ME!
ALL SUFFERING ALL THIS BODY'S PAINS BRING ME NEARER TO THEE'
THAT I WOULD BE DEPRIVED OF ALL EASE
LET IT BE ACCORDING TO YOUR DECREE!
YES.I WILL CONTINUE MY SEARCH FOR THY GOOD PLEASURE
THOUGH IT BE THE CAUSE TO END MY LIFE
NOTHING WILL DELAY ME
O MY LOVE MY BELOVED!
O BAHA'U'LLAH , TAKE MY HAND!
MY LOVE , MY MOST BELOVED
IT IS MIDNIGHT!

Josian Dholah / February 2005
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