Dawn over Walnut Street
Shining amid sere hills, the morning star
Announcing the end of darksome night.
Harbinger of dawn, gleaming from afar
Able companion of the half-light.
Returning to the east, a Holy site
Embracing each of Abraham’s children.
Sounds of the Trumpet, resounding might
Thundering above the folly of men.
Running from the east, the mother hen
America’s freedom a refuge now
Drawn not the sword, rather the pen
Able helper of the sheltering bough.
When shall we see you as you truly are?
Enchanting, powerful, loving, Sahar.
Baha, 160 B.E.
(c) Larry Kenneth Gates, 2005
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