Performed at the Portland Baha’i Center in honor of the Declaration of the Báb
The Gate- by andrea hope
We stand at His Gate and await passage to a Kingdom we’ve only dreamed of
to a Presence worthy of peasants
for we are all peasants
and peasants know that freedom is free from earthly chains
that spirit carries not the weight
and so we wait, at His Gate
with our fingers intertwined like our souls long to be
and we shall be set free by our Master’s Decree
for what is a Gate?
but a soft mercy to the fence pleading to let the neighbors come in
to let us live, and live abundantly
to let us shelter under the Bayan Tree
upon its roots and its branch
amidst its boughs and its leaves
and of its fruit, give us to eat
and of its scent, give us to breathe
and of its crystal-pure waters, give us to drink
Let us in to the garden
Let the rocks that have hardened find their place in the soil
Let us in to the garden
to find the Guiding Light that awaits
is shining right beyond the Gate. *

* There are several references to the writings of the Baha’i Faith in this poem, as follows; The Gate refers to The Báb, references to the Bayan Tree, its roots and branch, its boughs… are inspired by Selections from the Writings of the Bab, and the garden refers to the Garden of Ridván, where prophet Bahá’u’lláh made His declaration.