Echoes by Abdallah (9/23/01)
word has all but lost its meaning
the desert grows increasingly vast and dry.
oysters lie barren deep beneath the sand
their pearls discarded as worthless
trampled in the dust.
eternal voice that has thrown galaxies across the heavens
against these canyon walls
ancient call of the one true mystery longing to be answered.
only a few rare witnesses
out beneath this brilliant sky of diamonds
a few are feeling this majestic midnight breeze
their tear streaked face this evening.
a few are breathing the breath of this vast moment
liquid breath of timeless sacrament.
else has gone inside to lie in the dust of their musky graves.
else has pulled the covers of this world over their heads
long for the rest of forgetfulness
shivering in the shadows of sleep.
we only knew a taste of a taste of a taste
the vast vision of the witnesses of this one voice
would surely cry for forgiveness
tiredness or pain or loneliness would not stop our tears
mountains nor rivers nor oceans would hinder our weeping.
awesome beauty of this night
tear through our souls like a blazing comet
piercing fire that was never kindled from any spark
will it ever be extinguished.
of us indeed have the courage to go out at this late hour
prostrate upon this desert
breathe this breath
witness this beauty beyond all expression
weep before this ineffable Mercy.
far to few will even listen to the call of the ones who witness
can they even hope of witnessing themselves?
then are words to them but phantoms and ghosts
pearls that seem as dust?
Echoes already faded and quite and so very very far.