I can't find my copy <br />of de Saint Exupery's 'Wind, Sand, and Stars' <br />(perhaps I gave it to our church) . <br /> <br />So - as a fellow-writer you'll appreciate - <br />I've done a little research. <br />Well... I googled it, okay. <br /> <br />It's his story of three Saharan Moors <br />who were flown to the French Alps <br />and led by their guide <br />up to a tremendous waterfall. <br /> <br />They stood transfixed. <br />Back home they'd march for days <br />to find a muddy pool of water <br />mixed with camel urine, to drink. <br /> <br />'That's all there is to see, ' <br />their guide said, <br />'Come.' <br />'We must wait.' <br />'Wait for what? ' <br />'The end.' <br /> <br /> <br />When - they were wondering - <br />would God grow weary of His madness? <br /> <br /> <br />I have a picture of these men - <br />squatting; sitting down <br />finally <br />to observe cross-legged <br />the perpetual miracle; <br /> <br />their guide faltering <br />into helplessness, <br />suffering the earth-bound quandary of <br />all guides <br />whose plans for their charges have gone wrong. <br /> <br />And I have a picture of you, <br />Rebecca <br />- one perhaps singular to me, <br />as I contemplate the shuttering of my twitter-feed: <br />sitting with your three cats <br /> <br />- lulled into sleepy cat-delight... <br /> <br />draped over the blanket <br />you have draped across your knees <br />to shield them from the thin, March wind... <br /> <br /> <br />close to the impasse-annihilating spray <br />of your waterfall <br />your mind excited, charged, <br />happy; <br /> <br />engrossed <br />with <br />the miracle, unfolding on your page.<br /><br />John Garth Raubenheimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-rebecca-scarberry-author-of-messages-from-henry/
