Hijrah

A journey, broken By night and thought Of warring gods; desert rock and sand conspired To feed a vision inflamed Beyond enchainment; In a lonely cave, past and future Kissed with light an old language; An ancient heritage burned silently its tongue In a place where shadows danced out Truth; Dimensions froze in a poetry of wilderness, Silent, yet meant for human ears. His eyes upon the horizon Of a darkened plain; Eyes upon the horizon: Wherever he turned, the desert night Was spread with an archangel's wings. A prophetic gaze followed them, now Who go, whose suffering has exhausted fear, whose steps Are led by heavy memories: tortured parents, murdered brethern, whose Faith humbles the Unknown: Pitiful their baggage, and lost in their Knowing, yet attuned somehow To a sanctity beyond the call of sense And the politics of living. Mothers, whose purity burns again; Children, whose innocence Impoverishes the promise of the world: Pioneering a stillness Fathered by and beyond Word. Journeying toward the Other, yet Breathing the dust of this-worldly time: treaties, Marriages, songs, rites and feuds; Blemished echoes of the Transcendent Voice; Stepping onto the plains of Ohad The old and new warred in his heart; In mail and helmet, a warrior stared Across the battlefield between Two natures.