"Earth and heaven cannot contain Me; what can alone contain Me is the heart of him that believeth in Me and is faithful to My Cause." Baha'u'llah
Sacred tobacco rises
in smoky ribbons to the four corners of Mother Earth:
(. . .North. . .South. . .East . .West. . .)
The Creator inhales deeply, searching for worth,
determination, pure heart. Where can we hide?
From her small house Penny sent clouds of tobacco
in all directions, in all seasons. Her heart grew large.
This large heart encompassed a cargo of tears,
abandonment, distress. Dis-ease.
Her large heart pushed less lifeblood with each beat,
but always kept space---
always kept space----
---for a simple throne in a room filled with roses.
Abandoning the ashes of imperfect, earthly love
she was drawn like clean blue smoke by her Creator
and offered as a prayer of hope to the four corners of our lives:
(. . .Past. . .Present. . .Future. . . Now. . .)
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