All His life, every moment of every day,
‘Abdu’l-Bahá gave His possessions away.
And with every present, His love went along.
His dearest desire was to right every wrong,
Give food to the sick, pay for doctors and pills.
He’d visit and bathe them, whatever their ills.
He’d offer His bed, or His trousers or cloak
To bring comfort and warmth to some very poor folk.
When people had problems that needed the law,
He paid for a lawyer for justice for all.
Sometimes, when His family had started to eat,
He would hear of some people with no rice or meat.
His heart would be saddened, and up He would stand
And would take them His food with His very own hand.
He handed out money to help those in need,
Prevented starvation by giving out seed
To be planted and nurtured and grown into corn.
No need was too small. He helped all the forlorn.
To serve the Bahá’ís, He would stay up to write
And to pray for their efforts far into the night.
It isn’t so strange, then, at seventy-seven,
‘Abdu’l-Bahá rose to His Father in heaven.
Because every moment of every day
‘Abdu’l-Bahá just gave Himself all away.
Iambic Nana 