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 brethren, 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 agair
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.

©VirtueladyAyinke