Quest

A makeshift water jug, abandoned by someone who crossed the U.S. border illegally in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

They flee their homeland in the night,
Leaving kith and kin behind;
They look for somewhere to alight,
A place that offers peace of mind.

A haven from all storms they seek,
Where peace and love and joy are found;
A place where all the poor and weak
Rejoice and stand on holy ground.

From north and south, from east and west
The dreamers come, their eyes alight,
Loath to interrupt their quest
Of finding refuge from the night.

Posted on July 26, 2017, in Arizona, Midweek Motif, Poets United, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

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Erin | July 27, 2017 at 7:10 am

America is where all our immigrant ancestors used to find “refuge from the night” and “a place that offers peace of mind?; but, alas, this is no longer so.

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Mama Zen | July 27, 2017 at 8:06 am

Really beautiful work.

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Sumana Roy | July 27, 2017 at 9:24 am

Very difficult to find that refuge from the night these days. Sigh.

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Lisa Greenbow | July 27, 2017 at 5:51 pm

This is the most sad picture. I see a lot of suffering in this bottle.

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kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) | July 28, 2017 at 8:24 am

Loath to interrupt their quest
Of finding refuge from the night.

Difficult to stifle them from their quest to be in the land of their dreams

Hank

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Ron. | July 29, 2017 at 6:21 am

Picture says it all, eh?

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