the migrant

images of the desert
haunt his memory
joys of the plains
hearten his soul

verses of his God
reverberate
in the tremendous silences of his being

when he walks
he is dignified as a king
when he prostrates to the Lord
he is a slave
in absolute submission

he thanks Him
he loves Him
he fears Him
he stands in awe of Him

at night
he stares at the stars
struck by their majesty
his sonorous voice
in communion with them
in the echoing silences of the universe

he is the migrant
from a time bygone
he lives in me
he lives in you

~ by tdcatss on September 5, 2019.

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