The Desert

 

The Desert
by Abu Dhabi Poet Michael Davies

Imagine for ever our God of all
in anguish peering down
on fallen earth,
wasted to a sea of particles,
emptied of hooves
and tusked mammoth,
surging once
with brutish birds,
horned life,
verdant pastures,
fickle wife,
tomb of our fathers,
home of ancient strife.

Crumbling rifts
of quivering sands,
set aside for locusts and honeyed wandering.

Only a divine hand
could create
such sacred silence.