Almost an Exodus…….

Now that we are in the Easter Season, perhaps one shouldn’t be thinking of Exodus journeys any more.   I’m in my office on a bit of a cleaning jag.   There is probably enough dust here to liken it to any desert, but that is another story.   In my putterings, I found a copy of IMPRESSIONS, a literature magazine from Dickinson State University in 1992. I found in it several old friends, that is poems and prose that I almost forgot I wrote.    One of them stuck out and I thought I would share it tonight.

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ALMOST AN EXODUS

I was there

but where was it that I was?

Placed suddenly, swiftly

in an environment

I neither knew, or understood.

And yet,

I said I would come.

 

So I began

wondering and wandering

Cursing….

the vastness, the dryness,

the heat of day,

the bitter cold at night.

Little creatures, cactus flowers,

I would not, could not see you

in my self pity and fears

I traveled ’round and ’round, again and again

I could not even tell where I had been.

 

MIRAGES….

Is that You?

You SHOULD look like that.

I’ve traveled far enough!

I deserve a break!

So I ran towards it with all my strength.

On my arrival,

I found nothing but sand.

Throwing a handful, I screamed,

“Damn You!” Where are You when I need You?”

 

 

So I began

wondering and wandering

Cursing . . . .

the vastness, the dryness,

the heat of day

the bitter cold at night.

Little creatures, cactus flowers,

I would not, could not see you

in my self pity and fears

I traveled ’round and ’round, again and again

Not even recognizing where I had been.

 

In my emptiness

I cried once more,

“I am failing! I do not know

how or where to go next.

I cannot do it.”

 

So I began

wondering and wandering

and then, when I did not expect it,

an Oasis appeared.

The Water was so large,

I drank all I could,

till I could drink no more;

the quietly I rested

in the shelter of its shore.

I would have liked to stay there

peaceful and content

but I knew

the journey had not ended.

 

So We began,

wondering and wandering

Praising . . . .

the vastness, the dryness,

the heat of day,

the bitter cold at night,

Little creatures, cactus flowers,

Sunbaked Mud in Desert

Have you always been there?

How beautiful you are.

 

I was there

but where was it that I was?

Placed suddenly, swiftly

in an evironment

I neither knew, or understood.

And yet, You bid me to come.

 

Jill Maria Murdy-circa  a long time ago