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Driven by a dream ...

Driven by a dream

They leave no trace but a star’s light;

the relentless sand beneath their feet filling shapeless dents.

Under a moon thick with shadows,

silica shaped by a night wind carves graceful curves in the shifting hills

re-writes again and again a cosmic riddle for a transient age.

Anger spills out onto these sands, too,

yet leaves no stain. There is only a collective crush of sound jarring the heavens;

an anguish of grief sliding through the sand like Noah’s rain:

implacable and unexpected.

The rhythm is so Jehovah:

modest metaphor meets mythic moment;

symbol erupts from sand;

God entombed in a Baby carried by a Virgin.

And they flee a dust-bound potentate whom the world will know only as a petulant baby-killer.

The modus operandi is so human:

absolute power corrupting absolutely,

greed fueling government,

a king enthroned on a pile of gold yanked from the Earth and pinned by a flag.

And he chases a baby, never knowing the world will always know that Baby as Redeemer, King of Kings, the Christ.

A donkey plods on.

A hidden journey in a night brimming with light.

New stars like small souls flashing through the darkness;

journeying home, they pave a path of brilliance that cannot be seen by man.

One family fleeing in the night far, far from home;

standing between heaven and earth,

caught between  justice and the law of the land,

driven by a dream.