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  Sep 2019 Bijan Rabiee
Bill M
When trouble
  Assails,
   Then
  Even storms
Raging and
  Fierce cannot
   Alarm.
  Loving, merciful
Lord
Secures.
There is a calm that creeps over my heart when I look at the water. I don’t know why it works out that way. I don’t like swimming; I’ve never liked plunging into the water. But watching it calms me.
  Sep 2019 Bijan Rabiee
Bill M
Natural beauty moves my heart.

Often cloudless spring days turn dark and dreary, but not this time. Azure skies, verdant trees and pastures—the splendor of creation breathtaking, and I am at a loss for words.

Wildflowers bloom along the highway, purple, yellow and white interrupting swaths of hay. Trees in the new green of spring. Young leaves flutter in the light breeze. My soul is stirred. I am poetic in heart, but not in writing. Words fail me.

The air is warm and comfortable, like a lazy, midsummer afternoon. Forests and hills as far as the eye can see in the distance, framed by manicured lawns and brick buildings of a stately college campus. Glory!
I wrote this in June 2013. I can't recall now where I was or what caused me to write it, but it does reflect my thoughts toward the beauty of creation, and my inability to articulate that love.
  Sep 2019 Bijan Rabiee
Nylee
Art speaks words unheard,
   The feelings paints pictures unseen.
       It is beauty
and drastic ideas combined
      A mix of pleasure and pain
      All experiences add a different taste
        Rough edges and smoothness entwined.
Touch it and fall into a dream
The artist lived and lives within
.
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