The Desert Poem by Marieta Maglas
The Desert
There is something to teach in the desert -
holy words, not simple words. It is about
a few types of thirst. It is about a hot desert
with oases that are threatened by desertification.
There are many migrants~ dying wanderers with
leaden eyes like lost objects. There are thoroughfares
and anti-people-smuggling laws. At night, tiny
stars shine in this unique sky, a heavy heaven,
but it is still difficult to see anything in the surrounding
area. These ancient stars become golden leaders for
those losers who walk and sing hard songs but
thoroughly search for new water sources -
wherever they may be. Someone once said,
'I will fill the desert with pools of water. ' -
this is not just about thirst. These dying people
still have a will, but maybe they don't lose
all their hope. At least, they can't die twice
and think they will lose everything because
there is nothing left to save, but maybe
they still have a chance to find a safe place to live.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
In biblical the desert is often the place of exile, refuge, escape, meditation. Hagar and Ishmael were exiled to the desert but an angel was sent to help them: Elijah fled to the desert to escape the pagan queen's wrath but an angel was sent to help him. The Essenes lived in the desert because the purity of the landscape promoted their meditations on the One God. Jesus spent time in the desert to prepare for his ministry. I thought of such things because the moribunds in your poem are in desperate need of that divine intervention; they need to see the desert as a place where they can renew themselves rather than giving up in despair.
It is about the last desert which belongs to those who are not yet aware -thank you, Daniel for your wonderful comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 11:09:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very enjoyable poem, Marieta. I especially like this verse: Those ancient stars become golden leaders for those losers- walking and singing heavy songs, but searching for new pools - wherever elsewhere they are. Thanks you for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you, dear Kim.