The Opening Door

A Poem by Trevor Finch, Composed in and around the Shrine of the Bab

You are

The cutting edge;

From this world

To the next

The bridge.

You are

The epicentre

Which sets off

The earthquake

And the tidal wave.

Of the world's soil

You are

The rake;

For the rough block

Of the human soul

The lathe.

You are

The break

In the wall

Of worldly ignorance,

The rose-tinted glint

Of dawn,

The One who renders

The veil torn.

For the time

Of prayer

You are the Call.

You are the One

For Whom

We wait,

You are the Bab,

The opening Door,

The Gate.