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Call it destiny, call it fate somehow

But I finally know my purpose now

Is it my calling? No way of knowing

Test faith by falling, scars are still showing

You'll never know until you try

You have to try before you die

Everyone gets a chance to shine

For a small moment in life

Some are left waiting a lifetime

I was only thirty nine

I'm two decades in, but nowhere near out

My back to the wind, and I'm thinking how

This is my calling, finally showing 

Not scared of falling, I just keep growing

You'll never know until you try

You've got to try before you die

Everyone gets a chance to shine

For a small moment in life

Some are left waiting a lifetime

I was only thirty nine

6/10/23

our p.o.t.e.ntial

we feel the same/differently

alone or isolated

invisible or overly scrutinized

confident or hesitant

we each strive to learn/share 

to transform

to act

to become made new

to be free/emancipated/liberated 

held back by their/our

perceptions

limitations 

expectations

constraints 

externalized fear/internalized self-hatred  

that shameful indoctrination/miseducation

constricts 

restricts 

confines

reduces

our imaginings

our vision narrowed by 

hard-learned lessons 

obsolete ideologies

backward-looking assumptions

unfit-boundaries

unjustified scorn

the shackles of the centuries-long near past obscuring both what we knew and what we will come to know

we seek healing 

but old wounds are reopened or new ones inflicted 

we seek belonging 

but receive intolerant impersonality fueling suspicion which must be quelled 

and then we came together 

inspired by a vision 

inspired by a voice 

sadie oglesby 

she spoke through 

called us together to obey the guardian’s desire 

all the rainbow shades of human

blacker than black 

who came to the faith to make a change 

in ourselves 

in our homes 

in our communities 

in our world 

we came together 

blacker than black 

learning loving agreeing questioning moving always moving 

we heard what others are doing 

we shared what we are trying 

we received with gladness with tears with inspiration 

there's something for everyone that inspires us 

to leave behind limits 

to reframe limitation as liberation 

to see the guidance as lifting rather than too lofty 

we stand we walk we soar 

we strive we work we serve 

& through this action we become our p.o.t.e.ntial 

the conduit of light 

through the window to the soul 

the passageway for transformation for everyone 

for all for the world 

for love of Bahá'u'lláh

together 

blacker than black

pupil of the eye 

geri lynn peak

created 6/23/2020

revised 9/28/2020

published on FB and at postpoems.org 9/29/2020

Unknowing Escapists 

Death, ..not proud—So sleep!

...dreaming of thy softer skin

—Thee—objectified!

Silvery Appearing On Dark

Why like this—are we

While you're lying on the ground

Bedstead hovering

She goes to ultimate lengths to reach her  dreams because she was born to spread her wings and fly. Nothing could ever stop her now since she's found a new way to live because over the past year; the possibilities have become limitless, for the sky is her limit. She looks like an ordinary girl, to those around her, they would say she did ordinary every day things, talked to ordinary people, but in her heart a fire burned bright, she's achieved so much in this new life, miracles can be seen and are working within her, and through her, continusly and developing in her life for the better, she's always been one step ahead of those around her wheather anyone notices or not she has accomplished so much, but to ordinary people it may seem just like an ordinary thing that she accomplished, but to her it is a mile stone reached, her dreams are possible no matter what people say or think, she has changed her life for the better. The twinkle in her eyes, is a sign to others that she is different, happy, she's been blessed with a second chance, because she does it one day at a time.

And the sky took with light

Reflected in my eyes; beaming

Feeling lighter and bright

Submerging my soul; dreaming

I’ve fallen into the crescent

A tight woven bond

Enriching the present

A long road too fond

A candle in the distance

Awakens the depths inside

A higher purpose of existence

From you, I cannot hide

I have fallen in to your grace

No sense of time; still

A torch for my darkened place

Adventures in twilight; surreal

November-16-2003 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

I ask thee above 
What is my purpose Down Below 
Why do you keep sending a different love 
Why this pain you bestow

When I joined this site, my words were allright

I didn't see the purpose of a friend.

It's been 9 years now, without one "allow,"

so I dicided to invite one in.

The very first line, was be careful of rhyme

Her writings  didn't include such a thing.

I thought... you write the way you write,

and I'll write the way I write cause,

I have a lot more to bring.

She professed to publish writing, but

I had no sighting like, Browning or

Longfellow or Poe...But... All the good ones read,

are long since dead...I guess, in a few years,

I'll know!

I was a distillery once

Extracting aesthetics and experiences

Some who tasted thought the distillates were sweet

So distinct

And some thought it was too inflammable

But for me it grew toxic

And I abandoned my spirits for another place

Where am I now

What do I do

I am no longer a distillery

The grounds were sold to a different owner

And he tore down my distillery

Pays me in cartridges every month

Besides those I am on a raw diet

I love the wholesome taste of fibrous thoughts

They take their time to pass through

And leach out some of my heat

Someday I will find an engine to plug in to

That produces for people besides me

Till then I must decide

How will I remember my distillery