As a note, this is not my best poetry (or nearly). However, in a fit of caffeine and self reflection this came out. The continuation of the post is in the words of Shoghi Effendi. Enjoy. And, for Helen, thanks for the Shoghi Effendi. I read this when I was in Gambia but wouldn't have lingered on this passage if you hadn't mentioned it.
White picket lines, traded
For white picket fences.
In gardens we hide, jaded,
And speak in past tenses.
Sub-urban schools
Are mini Vietnams,
Where kids carry guns
And detonate bombs.
We speak and we speak,
And still we do nothing,
For peace we don�t seek;
Our hearts are unwilling.
Metaphors, symbols, sages,
For all our wars and truces
And all across the ages,
They are still just excuses.
�Our children are the future
If we raise them right.
When darkness gets darker
They won�t take flight.�
Instead of talking and preaching,
Instead of hiding and waiting,
We should be praying and teaching,
Then, the change we�ll be creating!
Friends and fellow-heirs of the Kingdom of Bah�'u'll�h:
A tempest, unprecedented in its violence, unpredictable in its course, catastrophic in its immediate effects, unimaginably glorious in its ultimate consequences, is at present sweeping the face of the earth. Its driving power is remorselessly gaining in range and momentum. Its cleansing force, however much undetected, is increasing with every passing day. Humanity, gripped in the clutches of its devastating power, is smitten by the evidences of its resistless fury. It can neither perceive its origin, nor probe its significance, nor discern its outcome. Bewildered, agonized and helpless, it watches this great and mighty wind of God invading the remotest and fairest regions of the earth, rocking its foundations, deranging its equilibrium, sundering its nations, disrupting the homes of its peoples, wasting its cities, driving into exile its kings, pulling down its bulwarks, uprooting its institutions, dimming its light, and harrowing up the souls of its inhabitants.
"The time for the destruction of the world and its people," Bah�'u'll�h's prophetic pen has proclaimed, "hath arrived." "The hour is approaching," He specifically affirms, "when the most great convulsion will have appeared." "The promised day is come, the day when tormenting trials will have surged above your heads, and beneath your feet, saying: 'Taste ye what your hands have wrought!'" "Soon shall the blasts of His chastisement beat upon you, and the dust of hell enshroud you." And again: "And when the appointed hour is come, there shall suddenly appear that which shall cause the limbs of mankind to quake." "The day is approaching when its [civilization's] flame will devour the cities, when the Tongue of Grandeur will proclaim: 'The Kingdom is God's, the Almighty, the All-Praised!'" "The day will soon come," He, referring to the foolish ones of the earth, has written, "whereon they will cry out for help and receive no answer." "The day is approaching," He moreover has prophesied, "when the wrathful anger of the Almighty will have taken hold of them. He, verily, is the Omnipotent, the All-Subduing, the Most Powerful. He shall cleanse the earth from the defilement of their corruption, and shall give it for an heritage unto such of His servants as are nigh unto Him."
"As to those who deny Him Who is the Sublime Gate of God," the B�b, for His part, has affirmed in the Qayyum-i-Asma', "for them We have prepared, as justly decreed by God, a sore torment. And He, God, is the Mighty, the Wise." And further, "O peoples of the earth! I swear by your Lord! Ye shall act as former generations have acted. Warn ye, then, yourselves of the terrible, the most grievous vengeance of God. For God is, verily, potent over all things." And again: "By My glory! I will make the infidels to taste, with the hands of My power, retributions unknown of anyone except Me, and will waft over the faithful those musk-scented breaths which I have nursed in the midmost heart of My throne."
Dear friends! The powerful operations of this titanic upheaval are comprehensible to none except such as have recognized the claims of both Bah�'u'll�h and the B�b. Their followers know full well whence it comes, and what it will ultimately lead to. Though ignorant of how far it will reach, they clearly recognize its genesis, are aware of its direction, acknowledge its necessity, observe confidently its mysterious processes, ardently pray for the mitigation of its severity, intelligently labor to assuage its fury, and anticipate, with undimmed vision, the consummation of the fears and the hopes it must necessarily engender.
(Shoghi Effendi, The Promised Day is Come, p. 3)
Posted by Mendon at March 26, 2005 7:08 PMWell, if that's not your best I look forward to seeing the better stuff 'cause I really enjoyed this poem. You've got the gift!
Posted by: Mara at March 27, 2005 1:19 AMhmmmm... I'm glad you liked the poem. I feel that it's too stilted and wants more syllables per line. On a note of criticism, I'm not sure I like the message, it's overly critical (something maman pointed out about me:). Which is largely why I titled the post "Self Criticism," I didn't want anyone to catch on that I was shouting at the world;)
I'd like comments on this, if people have them.
Posted by: Mendon at March 28, 2005 12:04 AMWell, I thought you were 'spot on'! Not as a self-critism, but of too much of the world. There was an article in Sunday's News Herald about a Mentor High grad ('89) who got a good job at an ad agency, but wanted to see the world, so saved her money, quit her job, sold all her stuff and went backpacking around the world for 18 months. She came back a changed woman. It was interesting, but not enough time and space to tell her whole story. I suspect we might see a book out of her in the near future. The one thing she got out of the trip was the narrowness of the American viewpoint, something you discovered in Africa, we discovered in the Falkland, Mara in her travels, etc.
Posted by: Maman at March 28, 2005 10:27 AMCriticism has it's place, but the most useful thing to say isn't "this is wrong" but "hey guys, I've found a way that is SO much better that you ain't ever gonna want the old way back".
But for me the joy of the quote lies in recognising that this process is already happening - that it is around us, and that as Baha'is we have a better idea of what's happening than anyone else.
The letters highlighted by the Universal House of Justice talk about the twin processes of demolition and construction (my words) that are necessary to establish a new world order - your poem highlights a dying world, and there will be a time when people look back and wonder how it could have been possible for humanity to achieve a state of such ignorance that this degredation was possible.
This passage always meant a great deal to me - and I learnt it by heart because I felt that it was such an accurate portrayal of reality that there is nothing better that I can hope to offer as an explanation for the present suffering in the world. And in it we are offered our own role in the Major Plan of God... we are given our place and our role - wow!!!!
Helen
Posted by: Helen at March 28, 2005 1:49 PMTo be honest, there's more frustration in my poem targetted at lax Baha'is than most people probably suspect. It may be that we lose many of the good Baha'is to pioneering (but experience doesn't suggest that that's remotely true). So, I guess the deal is, that we're all struggling to be good Baha'is but, unlike the Baha'is in Iran, have little internal incentive.
I have a vision of the American Baha'i community heavily invested in the lives of their community and community members. The challenge now set before me is to ardently labor, work diligently, tenaciously toil, to accomplish this.
Posted by: Mendon at March 28, 2005 11:03 PMNo focusing on others - or our shortcomings! There is SO MUCH happening in the Baha'i community worldwide - we are obviously hitting a critical point in the 5 year plan & a critical mass of those who have gone through the institute process. As Mr. Martin has said "We're right on schedule" (he's giving a talk on that topic this Friday - as his talks usually knock my socks off, I'll give you a synopsis later) :D
Posted by: Mara at March 29, 2005 1:28 AMAnd as Shoghi Effendi says, not by numbers alone. . .
Posted by: Maman at March 29, 2005 9:17 AM