The Moth

I heard the question that He posed:

Not meant for me -- well only God knows.

I heard the answer from inside.

I held it back and I lied.

"No," I said, "I cannot tell

which is the smile and which the veil.

Too many lines to read between.

No way of knowing what it means."

I really should have kept apart --

I might have salvaged my heart.

But I stopped to listen to His words

and in His Voice I swear I heard

the roaring of the Sacred Fire,

a sound that filled me with desire.

But one thing that this moth has learned:

What can warm can also burn.

Oh, You are a fire in the night.

Oh, a warm flicker in the darkness.

Oh, and I'm a moth to Your flame.

Come draw me to Your heart.

Draw me to Your heart.

I stood within the fire's light

longing to stay -- prepared to take flight.

But now I've seen my Lover's Face.

I will not leave His warm embrace.

No fear is great enough

when you stand face to Face with Love.

Another lesson has been learned --

one can find warmth and not get burned.

Oh my Lord, You are a fire in the night.

Baha'u'llah, a warm flicker in the darkness.

Oh, and I'm a moth to Your flame.

Come draw me to Your heart.

Draw me to Your heart.

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| Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff syntax@oro.net |

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| "Nothing have I seen but that I |

| perceived God within it, God before it,|

| and God after it." - the Imam Husayn |

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