Rendezvous in a desert

The one man who all evening had contributed nothing (or nothing at any rate in the least memorable) now, at this embittered midnight hour - this impasse ancient as the first of claims to blood, tribe, territory, soil - suddenly spoke: ''But we are all Bedouin,'' he simply said. And, at the words, the four frail walls fell flatly back: with everything that had briefly anchored us here (cushions, coffee-cups, flickering lamp) dissolved into so terrifying an immensity of sands that we - we - O each, in that instant, left rootless! Solitary! Diminished to an ephemeral blow of dust, under a mocking firmament without speech or sign unless - suddenly! - by some great shaft of grace itself - found cousined to an Abraham who once towered up (in just such a wilderness, under just such a sky) to converse, as if summoned face to face, with the One, the Only, the indivisible I AM still waiting, waiting, in the enormous dark to be turned to - for deliverance - by so lost a flock.

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK