Friday, August 5, 2011

The Báb’s Blessed Companion

Alone he ran across the field
Toward a magnificent countenance illuminating the skies
His focused attention would not yield
No force could block him from this prize
His ardor true and unconcealed
Though young, his heart was pure and wise
He walked right through the guarded shield
The mirrored Light before his eyes

He took this Light and his soul awoke
Though its protection would lead him to despair
For the love that Blessed name evoked
Imprisonment was his unwarranted fare
In his anguish he dreamt his Beloved spoke
A promise made in answer to a prayer
It calmed his soul in a single stroke
For the cup of martyrdom They would share

Three years he spent in expectation
Awaiting the return of the One he Adored
Till in a crowded street, silent with trepidation
He humbled himself at the feet of his Lord
Begging to be imprisoned with the Spark of Creation
He was led with two others through the massive hoard
Filled with wonder, excitement and exaltation
Finally reflecting the Light he had stored

That night along with the others arrested
He was asked a question he could not understand
The Báb begged them to carry out what He requested
That His life would be ended by a faithful friend’s hand
In terror and shock, he cried and protested 
How could such weight, he ever withstand?
But with detachment and trust he arose uncontested
And said he would follow any command

With this glorious act of love and devotion
He surrendered control to his heart’s Desire
The events that this sacrifice set in motion
Would connect him forever to the One we admire
The Báb praised his obedience with zeal and emotion
And chose him to share martyrdom’s attire
He opened before him the door of God’s Ocean
And kindled him in the blaze of God’s Fire

At noon the next day a miracle was seen
As seven hundred and fifty bullets missed their mark
The Báb disappeared, found calm and serene
Sharing with His secretary His final remark
The chief attendant and regiments left the scene
Unwilling to kill this melodious Lark
And the replacement soldiers just following routine
Would be remembered as those who stole Light from the dark

Anis’ last wish before he left this worldly space
Was to be hung so his head would shield the chest
Of the One with whose dust and eternal embrace
His mortal remains would forever rest
Love and joy emblazoned his face
As his soul flew high, released from its tests
Now his spirit resides under the dome of God’s Grace
Forever the Báb’s companion and guest