A beautiful basket of pale pink roses on green grass.

Not a duchess or queen am I.

Nor princess decked in finery.

My path is not strewn with petals.

Gold and silver calling to my eye.


Yet nobility is my God-given reality.

Proclaiming my birthright in this day.

Virtues galore to readily explore.

Character, honesty, and authenticity.


On these wings, my soul can soar

To the heights of true freedom.

Closer, closer to the soul You created

Ever striving, ever seeking… more.


“O SON OF SPIRIT! Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created.”~Baha’u’llah

#Bahaiblogging day two.

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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