Mother Nature’s Tears
J and S Van Der Zwet, 9 and 6-years-old, New Zealand
Green-blue,
Blue-green,
Swish, swish, swish.
Salty contentment,
Swish, swish, swish.
Be gentle with me,
My dear children.
J and S Van Der Zwet, 9 and 6-years-old, New Zealand
Green-blue,
Blue-green,
Swish, swish, swish.
Salty contentment,
Swish, swish, swish.
Be gentle with me,
My dear children.
“History” - Cliffs of Moher, Ireland
Lilly Wilson, 21. Montreal, Canada. Life & Landscape Photographer.
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Inspired by the story of a Junior Youth
Karim Rushdy, 23. Toronto, ON, Canada. Lyricist, Musician, Beatboxer.
Well i’m giving
everything i got, still barely living
so i put myself on display;
i’m opening up to the world – i cut the ribbon
…i wanna be the one to make it all work/and find what its all worth
but even when i’m giving everything i’m getting nothing in return
so i’m feeling like its all cursed
…and i still believe that one day i may just see
a relationship and some form of love from the same person who endangered me
so they tell me that i gotta express how i feel
well tell me how i’m supposed to tell them what i’m feeling inside
when they’re telling me the love that i’m feeling isn’t real?
tell me what it takes, tell me what i need
Lord, tell me will i break?
i feel like i can try but things will never change
tell me will tonight be the night that i sleep and never wake?
It’s dark and I’m lost at sea
But I look on the horizon and I can see the bay lights
all I wanna do is just wave goodbye to my ocean of pain
And embrace life
It seem like the world that i’m in
Is gonna take more than it gives
these aren’t just words that i’m writin on the page
bout the story of my life, that i made up in my mind
this is what it is
i’m tired of the lies that i’m handed
i wanna make a masterpiece with these scraps that i’m handed
i wanna paint my destiny on a pure canvas
these candid eyes on a savage face
this lonely heart – an abandoned place
i wanna vanish into air and travel with the wind
until i shake hands with grace
they say that i’m different, unstable and stressed
say that i’m less – but really i’m restless
cause i’m the pebble at the bottom of the sea
waiting for my turn to become a pearl – i’m precious
tell me what it takes, tell me what i need
Lord, tell me will i break?
i feel like i can try but things will never change
tell me will tonight be the night that i sleep and never wake?
This is a song about the Baha’i Hand of the Cause: John E. Esslemont.
Nadim Merrikh, 14. Guelph, Ontario, Canada. Video Editor.
Blair Cameron, 25. Guelph, Ontario, Canada. Musician, Video editor.
Chloë Filson, 26. Halifax, NS, Canada. Poet and generally silly person.
This faith of ours is a little like
Baklava—
Not dull, dour or dry.
Here’s why:
It’s not a dessert like your mom used to make
(It isn’t much like chocolate cake
or pie)
But you still might try….
A finger gets sticky, then a finger and a thumb,
And to help these two, another must come.
And when you try to lick away the honey—
It’s funny—
Your lips just get sticky. Tricky!
You may never be able to touch anything again!
Everything will stickify.
You are the Midas of syrup and pistachio crumbs.
Here it comes!
So don’t just get your hands “dirty”,
Teaching,
Serving.
Get them sticky.
“Break free.”
Sara Chesley, 17. Dartmouth, Canada. Occasional Photographer, Writer, Musician.
Maximilian Cooper-Flint, 16. Lunenburg NS. Writer, Musician.
As the fleeting forest, thinning like the ice upon a springtime lake, stands silently before me I breathe,
warmly inviting the world into my heart.
Moments slipping from my open hands,
I lay with my life all around me,
Everywhere but in me.
I am here. Not here.
With mind no longer churning
With thoughts so full of yearning
As to sink me deep into my heavy body.
I am being. I am a being.
Finally silent.
God is by me, all around me.
I am in God.
Love.
Peace.
Light.
All there is.
Evermore.
I am.