Poem: Two Kinds of Fire

Tortured beings that we are
with hearts built for desire

we burn relentlessly,
some brilliant searing lights,
others but dull embers.

We have a choice:

to endlessly chase
flickering flames of illusion
and live that we may die,

or we may lose ourselves
in the fire of the love of God
and die that we may live.

In either path
we face a life of pain.

On one path
this pain is a horrible curse,
on the other
it is the sweetest gift.

I pray that God
will give me eyes to see
the end in the beginning

that I may choose the right path
and not suffer in vain.

By the fire of the Love of God the veil is burnt which separates us from the Heavenly Realities, and with clear vision we are enabled to struggle onward and upward, ever progressing in the paths of virtue and holiness, and becoming the means of light to the world.

~Abdu’l-Baha, Paris Talks, p. 81

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