For many years His confidant,
His personal attendant, interpreter;
His servant and His companion. Now, Eruch,
some declare you were God-realized all along.
Veiled to your own perfection, some say.
Others claim you were the great pretender
having fooled all the world
but for your Master and a few others.
These conjectures, earnestly asserted,
are meant to invoke awe and reverence for you.
I have no way to judge your status.
But, the man I briefly met –
on Meherazad days
scattered over several pilgrimages,
I admired and revered
not for his mastery, but for his servitude;
for his humanity, not his perfection;
his sincerity, not his cleverness;
for his ordinariness, his utter lack of pretension –
not his ability to pull off an elaborate pretense.
O child of God, as Eruch would advise -- look beyond
Eruch to the Godman he so artfully served.
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