My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • Warm coffee

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    An epigraph and poem suitable for Ridvan, “O Children of Dust! Tell the rich of the midnight sighing of the poor, lest heedlessness lead them into the path of destruction, and deprive them of the Tree of Wealth…” (Baha’u’llah) Yesterday, at a downtown café you sat outside with a friend, drank warm coffee, complained about…

  • morning haiku

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    reading Thich Nhat Hanh plum blossoms broken open scattered on wet ground 4-19-22