"That seeker must, at all times, put his trust in God, must renounce the peoples of the earth, must detatch himself from the world of dust, and cleave unto Him Who is the Lord of Lords."
-Baha'u'llah


This is a prose poem based on my experiences as a young and desperate seeker. The story is outlined more clearly in The Road to Faith, if anyone wishes to see it. Perhaps this piece belongs with the other poetry, but I felt that it needed to be kept separate. There have been many times in my life in which I wished that I could have grown up in the Baha'i community, but when I look back on it all, the moment of realization was worth ten times the fifteen years I spent in darkness. This brilliant joy is worth any struggle. Seek it out, seek it out. My prayers are with you.


The Seeker

I sought the peace I had never had,
the peace I had once met in a dream,
long ago.

�Seek it on the mountain,�
said a friend.

And so I sought peace on the mountain.

But even on the mountain, I found,
the heart can be crushed with the weight of a thousand stones.

�Seek it in the ocean,�
said a friend.

And so I sought peace in the ocean.

But even in the ocean, I found,
the heart can burn with the heat of a thousand fires.

�Seek here, seek there,� I was told, �to find peace,�

And I sought.
And I failed.
And the voices grew silent, one by one.

And then, perhaps, I cried.


A man I had never met,
who did not know my name,
said, �God is All-Glorious,�
and I found peace in his eyes.

For what he did not say to me was:
"Do not seek peace on the mountain,
mountains must someday fall.
And do not seek peace in the ocean,
oceans will someday be dust in your hands.

Seek your peace in the eternal.

Seek your peace in the light that does not fade.�


He did not say these things to me,
for words are nothing,
in the presence of truth.

But I heard them in his voice,
saw them in his face,
felt them in his soul.

�God is All-Glorious,�
I said in reply.

And knew He was.


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